#that fucking. killed me. instantly fucking grounded me holy shit

[paimonthearchivist2]

the best time to play disco elysium is when you're depressed because kim kitsuragi reaches through the screen bashes your head into it and screams "GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER STOP PUSHING AWAY THE PEOPLE THAT CARE ABOUT YOU DEVELOP HEALTHIER WAYS OF COPING AND EAT SOME FUCKING FOOD" until you're fine and good actually

[i-starcreamed]

MIRAGE X READER

hii rotb has made me fall in love with...a lot more transformers now. This is just a silly idea I had, kinda lame but idc. Being cringe and free now. Anyways, planning to make this a small series maybe? Mirage lovers where are you?? Could eventually make this a mirage x reader x Noah, love them both, really. Or you know, Noah could be a third wheel, you guys decide that

[ human!gn reader summary: You have no idea how you got into this situation. First, you were trying to steal a true beauty of a car with your friend Noah to get some extra cash with Reek working behind the scenes (apparently) And now, you were in the Porche you guys were planning to steal. Mind you, it's currently driving itself.

"Holy shit!" You yelled in terror as the car careened wildly around the curve, sending both you and Noah lurching to the left side of the vehicle. You clung onto the door handle for dear life, your heart pounding in your chest as a combination of fear and adrenaline caused you to burst out into wild laughter. Noah, on the other hand, let out an ear-splitting, high-pitched scream as he death-gripped onto the steering wheel with both hands. "STOP STOP STOP!"

The radio kept picking up a certain frequency, it was static-y but still clear enough to understand it kept reaching out towards something or someone named Mirage.

After crashing several police cars, running red lights, and being tossed around the car, the silver and blue Porche entered a warehouse of some sort and literally tossed you out onto the cement. Noah groaned as he rolled on his side. You on the other hand, didn't manage to fall onto the ground and gripped onto the seat. You thought it was over but noo, all of a sudden the car decides to transform, its component parts moving and shifting into new positions. You stare in awe and fear as the walls around you warp and bend ever so slightly; the seat beneath you shifts away from you before slowly, almost hesitantly dropping you onto the ground. You stare up and after a couple seconds, the car transformed into a fucking robot. Towering several feet in front of you and Noah, you both stare up in fear. You're a bit amazed honestly, you're staring at a giant metal dude stretch and prance around the warehouse, ranting about being cooped up this entire time.

You and Noah shared a look.

"But that was cool, you guys are cool. A bit loud, ehh, but cool." The robot stood in front of you now, his gaze focused on the both of you. You froze, Noah scrambled around to pick up a metal pipe. "Woah woah woah!" The robot held his hands up. You cursed under your breath and scrambled to get behind Noah, trying to look for anything you can use as a weapon as the robot focused on Noah. You found a couple loose bolts and nuts on the ground and scooped them up in your palm.

You approached Noah's side, menacingly brandishing the tiny screws in your hand. The robot quickly put his hands in the air. "What are you gonna do, you gonna hit me?"

You both looked at eachother. Noah shifted, adjusting his stance while still holding up the pipe. "Maybe?" The robot made a noise akin to a scoff and his left arm started transforming into something else, oh god oh fuck. Before you even had time to register it, you threw a bolt at him. It hit his arm and he froze. "Hey- what?"

You were launching bolts at him, your shots greeted with a "hey, hey, hey!" each time they clanked against his frame. You kept getting closer, pushing him back further and further, surprising yourself with your own nerve. That confidence instantly disappeared when he whipped out his arm-gun, the blue light from the barrel seemed to lock onto you and Noah, like two deer in headlights. "Can you- stop throwing those things at me?!"

"woah, woah, woah-" Noah quickly put his hands up and walked up to you, standing in front of you. "Let's all calm down, alright? Alright? We good?" "Noah, what the hell is this about?" You whisper yelled.

"I dont know! Just dont get us killed" he whisper yelled back.

You huffed defiantly, you quickly took the bat from Noah's hands and tightly gripped it. You adopted a battle-ready stance, staring down the giant robot - thing? - truly unyielding. Neither of you backed down until he put the gun down, straightening up. "Okay okay, you're brave. I like that."

Your face dropped, dumbfounded. Noah reached out and firmly snatched the bat from you, his face a mask of barely-contained irritation. "what did I fucking tell you about not trying to get us killed, dude?" He hissed.

What the hell was going on.

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

17: Unhappy Campers: A Year Ago

@d4rkprdise

~~~~

A Year Ago

"Tie it, asshole." You said to your dealer. The dealer tied the blue band around the arm, tapped your vein, and pierced the needle. You winced as he injected the meth into the blood stream.

"Oh fuck," You whispered, getting hit with instant euphoria. The dealer gently took out the needle and untied the blue band. "I feel so happy." You said softly, looking up at the ceiling.

"Haven't you been doing this since you were like 16?" He laughed.

"Ha! Yeah. My parents made me do it. Well, not meth, but the other shit. Then I got too addicted."

"You have a pretty face for someone to be addicted to meth."

"Is that a compliment?" You stood up and stretched before doing acrobatic routines.

"You sure are flexible." The dealer commented, tying up the blue band around his arm to inject H8.

"Thanks to the circus." You stood up on the wobbly table. "Who wants to get this party started!"

Everyone else in the living room cheered. Another guy turned up the music, while another turned off the lights. The only thing lighting up this room was the flashing led lights.

You danced like there was no tomorrow. Doing acrobatics on the table, screaming, cheering. You loved the heighten senses and the euphoria feeling. All problems goes away whenever stimulants is in your system. You don't have to think about what you did to Blitzo and Fizz, doesn't have to think about how Fizz is disabled, doesn't have to think that you became a drug addict since 14.

You tripped on your shoe laces and collapsed onto the couch with the dealer. "Why do you use H8? It sucks, makes you feel so droopy."

"It's better than being cracked out." The dealer scooted closer to you. "There's an orgy upstairs, you should join."

"Fuck no." You laughed.

"You always enjoy those."

"That was a one time thing because I needed money."

"You did it more than once." He joked.

"Yeah, for money. I don't like doing it." You frowned a bit.

"Whatever," He stood up. "Come join whenever you need to." The dealer walked upstairs.

You groaned before tying the blue band around your arm again, wanting more meth into your system. I don't want to get fucking reminded.

Tap, fist, inject, breathe, pull it out, untie. You exhaled, eyes shot open, and stood up. Your breathing intensified, heart beating uncontrollably, but the euphoria...oh the euphoria is what made it all better.

You opened the back door to get fresh air. The wind blowing on your face felt relaxing. You then remembered the time where you were about 14 or 15 (high on coke) Blitzo made you ride the ferris wheel with him. You didn't really mind them, but when high it was a different experience. The wind was blowing while they were riding it, both were laughing, swinging the seat, occasionally holding onto each other because the wind made the seat swing too much. It was one of the best memories for you.

Sure you miss Blitzo, but you know he's better off without you. The two of you haven't spoken to each other in about 14 years.

You instantly got hit with a crazy idea. You wanted to see if you can check yourself into rehab and then escape it. You got all of this built up energy you need to release.

You took off in the middle of the night. Your shoes slamming onto the ground as you ran to the closest rehab center.

Since you didn't have a car, you had to take a bus to the Sloth ring because it's Hell, there's hardly any rehab centers.

You kicked the doors open and ran over to the counter.

"I would like to check myself in please." Your smile gotten bigger.

The receptionist looked at you confused. "Uh..you?"

"Yep!"

"Are you on anything?"

"Meth. Like right now." You laughed. "Come on let me in here!" So I can try to break out.

~~

"Barbie you have a new roommate." The nurse let you walk in.

"Y/n?!"

"Barbie!? Holy shit!" You laughed.

"I take it that you two know each other. Anyway, don't kill each other." The woman left.

Barbie walked over to you and pulled you into a hug. "I missed you, you asshole."

"It's been so long! How have you been? Well obviously not good because you're in here."

"You're on meth aren't you?" Barbie pulled away and crossed her arms.

"Uh yeah. Anyway I'm gonna try to break out."

"Why? You just checked yourself in."

"So I can see if I can escape! Girl I got so much energy right now I bet you I can kick that door down." You laughed. "You should come with me!"

"No..I'm good. I need to stay."

"Oh. Well...what's been going on with you? And can you make it quick I really wanna see if I can escape. But I do miss you sooo."

"Forget it. I'm still pissed at you for getting hooked and leaving the circus. We tried calling you Y/n!"

"I know...but-" Your eyes widened in realization. "Blitzo! Holy shit I haven't seen him in years!" You smiled. "Damn we were so close too."

"Just chill the fuck out. I guess we'll talk once you're sober enough. I'm surprised they didn't give you narcan."

"Oh it's because a fuck ton of people just overdosed while that vagina face was showing me to my room. Speaking of, I'm gonna leave so, bye!"

Barbie stopped liking you whenever you started to do harder drugs back in the circus. It was annoying to her watch you bounce up on the walls and talk crazy fast. That's honestly why Barbie preferred to do downers. She got offered stimulants many times but she didn't want to end up like you.

You ran out the room and ran into a taller succubus. "Watch it!"

"Verosika? It's a fucking reunion!" You shouted. "Didn't know they let pop stars be in here."

"Uh who are you?"

"Y/n."

"I'm just gonna call you crack head." She said in a teasing laughter.

"Fuck you too then." You scoffed. "Have fun being in here. I'm getting out."

You ran through the maze of hallways before finding the exit. Heart pounding out of your chest as you were getting closer and closer.

You felt your collar being tugged on, "Let me go, you freak!"

"You're not leaving." A hellhound nurse said.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because you seriously need help."

"No I don't. I don't need help." You glared.

The hellhound, still holding you by your collar, took you back to the room.

Barbie chuckled, "Guess you can't break out."

The hellhound sat you down on the bed, "Lay down."

You obliged, laying down on the hard bed. "What are you doing?"

The hellhound nurse pulled out a red box from his pocket and opened it up. He took out a needle and moved your shirt down to where he could easily inject it into your chest.

"Whoa whoa whoa! What the fuck are you doing?"

"Narcan. We need to sober you up."

"Wait-Gah! Fuck!" You hissed.

Your eyelids became droopy, fatigued washed over you. "You bitch." You mumbled.

Sober you looked around. "I want to leave! I regret this! I was just cracked out please let me leave." You pleaded.

The hellhound shook his head in sympathy. "Sorry man, you need help." He said before walking away and closing the door.

"Well...what has your life been like?" You laid back down on the bed, drooling a bit.

"Been like shit. Ya know, because Blitzo started the fire."

"He did?" You said, confused.

"He got jealous at Fizz and started the fire. He killed our mom." Her eyes watered.

"Barbie..I had no idea. I mean, I knew what happened but I didn't know he caused it." You softly said.

"Ever since then I got hooked on H8. Blitzo knows about it and he wants to help but I don't ever want to see his face."

"Him and I were best friends. I haven't seen him in 14 years."

"I was pissed off at you for becoming a drug addict. But now since I am I can't really be mad at you."

You chuckled, "Yeah...I am sorry for leaving the circus and then ghosting everyone."

"At least you didn't start the fire."

"I guess so..." You kept quiet.

"What about you? What happened after you left?"

"Went to my dealers house and lived with him. Still am living there but I guess not anymore since I'm here." You rolled your eyes.

"Are you planning on going back to his house?"

"I don't exactly know. Living there is an absolute nightmare when I'm sober. But when I'm high I don't have a care in a world."

~~

Two months later you were finally able to leave, but Barbie was still in there whenever you left.

You didn't want to go back to that house, you were miserable there. You ended up on the streets for a couple of weeks, living in alleyways next to all of the other homeless people.

At first you tried to stay clean, but ended up shooting up meth a day later.

On the second week you tried to stay clean again. You realized that you can't stay on the streets any longer without getting harassed, hurt, or raped. So you pulled out your phone, and called Blitzo.

~~~

You sat on the couch at I.M.P, listening to the sinner that was speaking to Millie and Moxxie.

Blitz came rushing in, covered in bush leaves, bruises and dirt. You looked at him confused as you got up and followed him to his office.

"Shit, are you okay?"

"I know you and Barb were in rehab together. Do you have any idea where she might be?" His eyebrows furrowed.

You got taken back. "No, is she out now?"

"Apparently she checked herself out months ago. You sure you don't know where she might be at?"

"Blitz, I'm sure. Are you trying to find her?"

Moxxie interrupted the two's conversation. "Uh, pardon moi, sir."

"Not now, Mox."

"Sir, there's a client that needs us to investigate his death, and we don't usually-"

"No tiiiime"

"But, sir, we really need the cashflow, and I was thinking maybe-"

"What part of "NO. FUCKING. TIIIIIIIME." do you not understand? Just handle it yourself."

"You want me to lead? On a hit?"

"I swear on all that is evil, Mox! If you aren't out of my office in negative," He slammed his fist on the table. "three seconds-"

"Youuu GOT IT, sir!" Moxxie slammed the door shut.

Blitz pulled out a notary card and flipped through it. "I want you to come with me to find Barb."

"Really? Why?"

"Well because you two were in rehab together and you didn't ask her where she's living or where she might be." He spat.

"Blitz I told you many times I left wayyyy before she did. How was I supposed to know where she might went? I was so miserable there. I checked myself in while I was high on meth thinking I could escape. I didn't actually want to be sober and be there. We barely talked!"

"Fuck it. Don't help me, I can do this shit on my own." He spat.

You sighed and sat on the table, "I want to help. But I also don't want you to get mad at me for not knowing where she is."

He stayed silent.

"What do we do now?"

Blitz opened up his computer and searched up Barbie on social media. You leaned over the desk to look.

Barbie's profile didn't change much. There was no indication of where she might be.

"Check her occupation, sometimes people post where they work." You pointed out.

Blitz scrolled down and saw that her occupation was working at a pharmaceutical store. He stood up, you following him out of I.M.P and inside his van.

"You think she's gonna be there?" You fastened your seat belt.

"Better be." He mumbled. "Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Whenever we were roommates she said she didn't like you that much because of the fire." You said with sympathy.

Blitz heavily sighed and rubbed his temples. "It wasn't my fault." He mumbled.

The two kept quiet while Blitz drove to the pharmaceutical store.

The van came into a drastic stop and the two got out and entered the store.

The pharmacist notices Blitz as he stops by the counter and brings up his phone to show the pharmacist the photo of his sister.

"Hi, I'm lookin for one of your employees, her name is Barbie. Does she work here?"

The pharmacist raised his eyebrow, confused of who Blitz was or why he was doing here.

"Wait, what? Who are you?"

Blitz grabs the pharmacist by his collar and pulls him over the desk before slamming him hard against the wall. He growls out of frustration and slams him again.

"Someone who's gonna get reeeal creative if you don't tell him what he wants!"

Blitz uses his tail to slap the pharmacist repeatedly to leave bruises on his cheek.

"Where is she, fucknut? I know you know! It only gets worse from here, asshole!"

"Okay Blitz, I think that's enough-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He turned his head towards you.

You looked at him with shock and took a step back. Holy shit.

Blitz slaps the pharmacist multiple times before he finally gave up.

"Okay! Okay! She's out on a pickup!"

"Where?"

"In the Gluttony Ring! I don't know where exactly! I swear!"

Blitz grumbled and dropped the pharmacist. He pushed opened the doors to leave, you following behind him once again.

"Don't even think about getting drugs from here."  Blitz spat, putting the key in the ignition to turn the car on.

"Wasn't planning on it." You mumbled. "Were you this adamant about finding me?"

"Huh?" He got caught off guard.

"Did you try to find me?"

"Why are you asking?"

You shrugged. "Just wondering."

Blitz gathered the words of what he was going today, "For a short while. I tried calling but you didn't pick up. I asked your parents and they said you never came home." He sighed. "I was worried shitless. And now I have to do it all over again for my fucking sister."

You rested your hand on his upper knee, gently rubbing it to try to sooth him. "I'm sorry."

Blitz didn't say anything, just kept his eyes on the road.

They went all the way to the Gluttony ring and asked around but nobody saw her.

"What about Beezlebub? Should we ask her?" You suggested.

"Wouldn't hurt. But Y/n I swear I will punch you if you get drugs from her."

"Wasn't planning on it."

You and Blitz stood outside the golden gates and knocked on her door. A couple of minutes later a familiar hellhound opened the door.

"Blitz! Hey man! And Y/n nice to see you two." Tex answered.

"Yeah, yeah, is your girlfriend here? I need to ask her something."

"Yeah, come on in. Haven't seen you two since the party. Y/n you're looking better." Tex let the two imps inside.

"Blitz had to give me narcan. Almost died." You chuckled, Blitz just glared.

"Oh shit." Tex laughed. "Babe! These two imps want to talk to you!" He shouted for his girlfriend.

Beezlebub flew down and squealed. "Y/n! Holy shit girl I miss you!" She pulled you into a hug. "You doing good?"

"Yeah, I am." Before you could say anything else Blitz shoved his phone in Beezlebub's face.

"Have you seen Barbie?"

Beezlebub looked closer, "She looks familiar. I think she gave me some of her drugs for one of my party's kinda recently."

"Do you know where she might be?"

"Maybe Lust? She asked me about Asmodeus, kinda forgot what for because I was hella drunk." She giggled.

"Ugh not him. Anyway, thanks." Blitz grabbed your hand and left Beezlebub's house.

"Goodluck!" She yelled out.

~~

"Blitz, we've been wondering around Lust for almost a whole week." You whined. "Can we please ask him?"

"No. I do not want to see him or Fizz."

"What about me? I can ask."

"Y/n, Fizz hated you as much as I did whenever you left."

You frowned.

"I don't hate you anymore. Look, let's just ask around some more, please."

"Wait, I thought you said you never hated me." You glared.

"At first I did, but only for like a week."

Asshole.

You walked with Blitz. Getting dark as the hours went by and your feet was blistering up.

The two found a dark alley way with some people smoking out of crack pipe. You felt uneasy, wanting to relapse.

"Hey, have you seen her?" Blitz showed them his phone.

"Yeah, man! I used to deal H8 to her!" The male imp said.

You got a closer look, recognizing that face and voice from anywhere. "Oh shit." You mumbled.

The guy looked over at you, "Y/n?" He smiled and pulled you into a hug. "It's been like what? A year?"

"You know him?" Blitz asked you.

"Yeah..he used to be my dealer.."

"What?! Did you know he dealed to Barb?"

"No! I swear! She didn't live at the house so I didn't know!"

"Whoa, whoa, this is Blitzo? You use to talk about him alll the time." The dealer laughed.

"O is silent now, asshole. Anyway where is Barb?" Blitz got closer to him.

"Probably with Jack. I saw her one time with him and he gave her some crystal to go to the human world or something."

"Where is he?"

"Probably couple blocks that way." He pointed.

"Fuck you for selling to Y/n and Barb." He gritted his teeth before grabbing your hand.

"I take it you're clean now?" The dealer asked.

"Yeah. Trying to, anyway."

"Good for you, man."

Blitz forcefully pulled you away. "You lived with that guy for years and didn't know he sold to Barbie?"

"Dude, I promise I didn't know! I only knew him and the people at the house."

Blitz still held your hand, gripping it as they pass through every drug ridden alleyway.

"Why are you holding my hand?"

"So you don't run off and get drugs."

"Kinda hurts that you don't trust me."

"Yeah, well it's because I don't." He jabbed.

You were too stunned to speak. Eventually they made it to the right alleyway and to their luck they found Jack.

"You Jack?" Blitz walked up to the imp.

"Yeah, you need anything?"

Blitz let go of your hand and grabbed Jack by the neck.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what, man?" He groaned.

"The fucking crystal!"

He shoves the dealer against the wall.

"It's here man, I swear!"

Blitz took out his pistol from his back pocket and planted it under Jack's chin.

"Open it."

Jack did what he was told and takes out an Asmodean Crystal. He shoots a beam behind Blitz and a crystal mirror portal opens up.

"Thanks."

Blitz throws Jack into a nearby dumpster and held your hand again before entering the portal to Earth. The two walked through and hid in a bush.

"She better be here, Y/n." He mumbled.

The two crawled onto the ground and heard a familiar yell.

You turned your head and saw Moxxie on top of Blitz.

"What in the- SIR?!"

"MOXXIE?!" Blitz shoved Moxxie off. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Trying to finish the job you gave me!"

"Christ on a stick, you're still working on that? It's been like a fucking week. THIS is why I don't trust you with dick, Mox."

Blitz walked towards the shack, you and Moxxie following behind.

"And what exactly are you two doing here, sir?"

"Apparently, helping finish your botched job...But, mostly I'm looking for my sister."

Blitz stands back and kicks the door open with a loud slam. "BARBIE!"

"BLITZ?!"

"You know her?!"

"Do I know her? That's my sister, fuckface!"

"Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here?" Barbie pointed at you. "And what the fuck are you doing here, shithead?" Barbie said to Blitz before turning back to you. "why are you with him?"

"I ended up living with him after I left rehab...didn't have anywhere else to go."

"Barbie, I should be asking you the same thing! You check yourself out of rehab, no call, no note, and I have to track you down to this shithole with... Who the fuck is this?"

"No one! He works for me. And who's the little twink here?"

"No one... He works for me."

"Sir, that guy's the target!"

"Oh, shit, Barb! Looks like your little boy toy got himself into some trouble." Blitz laughed.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"He killed our client, and now our client wants to kill him back." Moxxie recalled.

"You fucking WHAT?!"

"He found out about your drugs." He shrugged.

"I don't want to fucking hear it, kid." She pointed to the three imps. "Look, you're not killing my supplier!"

"Oh, fuck... supplier of what? You're not back on that H8 are you?"

"Fuck, no! It's just heroin."

"Oh. Thank, Satan."

"I thought you were mad at Y/n for getting addicted to meth and leaving the circus? Thought you hated her?" Barbie crossed her arms.

Blitz glanced at you and then back at his sister. "Not anymore. She stayed clean, for the most part. And wait, now you're peddling heroin? What's the point? That shit barely gets rid of a headache."

"It's honest work, okay? And I thought it would be sure to keep me as far away from you as possible."

Moxxie pulled out a knife. "And you teamed up with genius here because...?"

"Do you have any idea how easy teenage humans are to manipulate?"

"Heeey! No, I'm not!"

Barbie turns her head with sad eyes. "Oh, Jimmy-wimmy, can you pwease keep loading up deez druggie-wuggies for me?" She slightly bent over to show him her underwear.

"Heh. Sure, Barb. Whatever you say." He went back to load the heroin on the boat.

"Sir... I've spent a week on this...I'm finishing it, one way, or another..."

Before Moxxie could move to kill Jimmy, Barbie comes up to his face with a snarling growl and ferocious glare bearing down at Moxxie.

"Don't you dare!"

Moxxie charges at Jimmy and then brought up his knife to stab the guy, but just before he could, Barbie caught Moxxie before throwing him over, making him crash into the boat that was inside the shed.

Barbie uses the crystal to turn herself back into her imp form, "Come on, Blitzo, haven't you fucked my life up enough already?"

You pulled out your new contractible metal pole that Blitz made so you can fit it into your pockets without losing it again.

"Really? After two months of me telling you how much I hate Blitz you're working with him? You're a fucking bitch." Barbie spat.

"Barbie, he didn't mean it-"

"I don't care! What happened, had happened."

Moxxie got out of the water and launched towards Jimmy, but Barbie kept pulling Moxxie away from him.

I.M.P tried to make moves to kill Jimmy, but Barbie would always end up getting in the way to keep them from killing him.

Blitz and Moxxie held onto Barbie tightly so she wouldn't escape, while you swung the pole to hit his legs so he wouldn't run.

Barbie managed to get out of their grip and launched herself, pinning you down.

Blitz pulled out a gun and was getting ready to fire but Barbie used her tail to knock it out of his hands.

You held onto Barbie and rolled her to where you're on top of her. "If I can get clean so can you, I promise."

"You have no say in this. You purposely checked yourself into rehab so you could escape because your meth head told yourself you could do it."

"Wait, what?" Moxxie questioned.

Barbie laughed and used her tail to pull you off by your hair.

You quickly stood back up and picked up the pole to hit Barbie but she ducked, while Blitz and Moxxie was trying to kill off Jimmy.

The four imps ran around the shack, trying to kill off Jimmy while Barbie is trying to prevent it.

In a split second a firework went off and completely demolished Jimmy, blood splattering everywhere.

The four imps looked at each other in shock.

"SATAN FUCKING DAMNIT!!! Thanks a lot, Blitzo, I'm out of a job! FUCK!"

"Barb, wait! I want to help you- Let me help you, please? You're clean now, right? Let's... grab dinner, we'll catch up, and we'll talk about-"

Barbie let out a roar of laughter. "You don't fucking GET IT! Just cause I'm outta rehab doesn't mean I wanna see you! I NEVER wanna see you, EVER! And Y/n...fuck you for being with him."

Barbie opened up the portal with the crystal.  "Next time you want to find me, Blitzo, DON'T!" She entered the portal before closing up.

"I'm gonna go see Millie...You okay?" Moxxie put his hand on Blitz's shoulder.

"I'm fine." He gritted.

Moxxie reluctantly took his hand off and left the shack, leaving you and Blitz alone.

You turned towards Blitz, "I'm sorry about...everything."

"Don't be. Let's go." He said with a harsh tone.

~~~

I.M.P. made it back to the headquarters, all sitting at the table and watching the news talking about how Millie and Moxxie committed incest.

"Gonna be honest, Moxxie- Not too bad for your first solo mission."

"Reeeeeally, siiiir?" He beamed.

"Nooo, no, not really. You're a fucking disgrace."

Moxxie frowned while Millie giggled, resting her head on his shoulder.

You got up from the table and went to the bathroom, sitting on the floor and rested your head against the wall. You pulled your knees in close. Shit..I want to get high so bad.

You sighed and lightly hit the back of your head against the wall. Hearing the door knock, you jerked.

"You okay in there?" Blitz said from the other side.

"Yeah."

"....Can I come in?"

With hesitant you unlocked the door and let him in. The two sat down beside of each other.

"I can tell you want to relapse."

You raised an eyebrow, "You do?"

"I know you. Just don't..please? I can't handle it. Especially not now."

You softly smiled. "I'm not going to."

Blitz pulled you closer to him, "I'm glad you called me a year ago. I'm so fucking glad you called."

[gabessquishytum]

Hob grows up in a small dead-end town where there are literally no options. Except one: joining the sons-of-anarchy style biker gang that basically runs the town.

The town is not safe. For much of hob’s life, he’s had to keep his head down, trying not to rub anyone the wrong way, trying to survive until he can get out. The police are corrupt and for a while, the gang has been unruly and very dangerous. Hob’s narrowly avoided catching their eye one too many times. Lots of people disappear around there.

But things have just changed.

The old leader of the gang, Dream, spent ten horrible years in jail. He just got back and he is taming his gang again with an iron fist. He’s gathering everyone back to him, chasing down his old right hand man (Cori, who took a shot at him and then, when Dream almost killed him, betrayed him to the cops, getting him locked up.) they say Dream is different. Dangerous and terrifying, but fair. He has rules; he doesn’t abide some of the evils the gang’s been up to in his absence.

Hob was applying for colleges, desperate to get out, until one day, he saw Dream and his whole center of gravity shifts. Instantly, he knew he would follow that man to the ends of the earth.

So hob ditches his plans to leave and sets about doing the one thing he never thought he’d do: join the gang.

The night comes where hob needs to prove himself. No one ever knows exactly what goes on there so Hob shows up to the club house nervous but elated by the idea that he might get to see dream again.

He doesn’t see dream, but dream sees him. And one of his soldiers comes over in the smoke-soaked room and tells hob to leave. This life isn’t for him.

Hob stands his ground and the biker then makes hob an offer. If he really wants to join, he can, but dream doesn’t need more foot soldiers right now. He has another use for him, if he is willing to prove his devotion.

So hob does what is asked of him. He strips down, lays on the pool table and lets himself be used however by whoever. If he lasts the night, maybe he’ll be allowed to join.

For the rest of the night, he is used. No one wants to hurt him—not badly—and hob can feel dream’s eyes on him the whole time.

But dream doesn’t move from his throne. he just watches hob, waiting to see if he will break.

Hob doesn’t break. All he can smell is sex and sweat. He eats out women, and sucks cock. He’s gently fingered open and fucked hard, over and over again. And he begs for more. Hob has come so much he’s coming dry, (moaning Dream’s name) but he still isn’t satisfied. He won’t be, not until he proves himself to dream.

Finally, countless hours later, hob feels a hand stroking through his matted hair. He is a mess. SOmeone’s still gently rocking into his ass but at a snap of Dream’s fingers, that faceless foot soldier leaves them alone.

“You have not yet given up,” Dream muses. “Why?”

Hob can barely think but he move enough to mouth at Dream’s hip. “For you,” he breathes.

Dream hums. “You do not know what it is to be mine. You do not know what you ask for.”

“I do,” hob insists. “I want this.” He’s never wanted anything more. Not even he understands why.

Dream considers him with all the grim absolution of a tired king. “Will you serve me? Be loyal to me? I have been betrayed before.”

“Forever,” hob promises, and offers his entire self, body and soul.

I'm feeling so rough right now so this is a perfect time to post and appreciate this mini ficlet. The setting is so good, the concept has given me so many different thoughts about dreamling in a small-town environment. I am so obsessed with the idea of Hob just dropping his whole life's plan because he saw the most beautiful man in the world and how can he just leave that behind?

And the idea of Hob proving himself to Dream with such dedication by becoming a good, obedient toy for Dream’s people to use? Holy shit. And the thing is, Hob is totally satisfied just knowing that he's serving Dream in some way. Even if Dream never even decided to fuck him, he'd be happy.

I'm so obsessed. Plus, Dream in biker leathers? No wonder Hob is under his spell. The day he gets fucked by a fully clothed Dream is the day he discovers that he can cum untouched.

[rotting-ink]

Do your creatures have the same weaknesses as they do in common folklore? Like silver, crosses, running water etc

So, I have a huge pet peeve at other games where they take away vampire weaknesses and just make them drink blood. Like dude, if that vampire can go into the sunshine without harm, doesn't care about stakes, no stigmata etc, then what the fuck are they?? Not a fuckin vampire. Sorry to vague post, it legit gets me really annoyed.

But it's a bit detailed for my guys?

For example, yes, sunlight and stakes and holy water fuck up vampires badly. Then there's more precise weaknesses, since the vampires all come from different "families". They usually stick together, anyway. Like S, is a very humanoid vampire, while their cousin clan is VERY obviously a vampire. S can get away with looking and acting human, they can even eat! They'll just get a really bad tummy ache. So, another weakness for Sienna/Simeone is that instead of stakes immobilizing them, if done through the heart, they would die instantly.

Other vampires can't stop their own powers, making it obvious they're a vampire, some clans cant strand crucifixes and symbols similiar, etc.

Werewolves have wolfsbane, silver weapons. They need to be killed quickly, because they regenerate like crazy. That and they have a very delicate sense of smell and if you pick correctly, you could immobilize them through it. Also, easier to kill as humans.

Demons are like vampires, holy water but they also can't cross into holy ground whatsoever, even as a familiar. They can't stand being read religious text to (to clarify, it has to be from a believer of the faith. get an atheist to do it, who doesn't believe in it, it won't do shit). Witches can be exorcised and it will send their familiars back to hell. Even when in their demon form and not connected to a witch, they shall be exorcised and sent back home. Salt is distasteful, and Reapers make them jumpy.

Reapers are already dead, cannot be sent away, cannot be touched without permission, so just let them do their job and they wont fuck with you. Unless YOURE the job.

[specialagentlokitty]

Daryl x reader - take on the world together

Part 9:

You bared your teeth, pulling Daryl fully against your chest, and he kept his bow raised, his other hand reaching into your belt for your knife.

“Come on, you can’t be greedy now, it’s not the time for that.”

“He isn’t food.” You said lowly.

The other vampire scoffed, standing in front of the door.

“Come on, food is running low, we can’t be picky here. I mean he smells a bit ripe but that’s fine.”

“He isn’t food, get that through your thick skull asshole.”

“Then why’re you keeping him so close? We don’t give a crap about humans, not our job.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“The world’s gone to shit moron, you can’t just go around killing people.”

“They’re gonna die anyway.”

“They can survive.”

“No they can’t, best kill them now.”

Daryl scoffed, resting his back against you.

“Try it asshole, see just how much I can kick your ass.”

The other vampire tried to move closer and Daryl shot his leg causing him to fall to the ground.

He growled, the sound echoing off the walls and Daryl scoffed.

“That ain’t scaring shit.”

The vampire ripped the arrow from his leg and smirked.

“Who says I’m trying to scared something? The dead are drawn to the sound…” he whispered.

You heard walkers snarling.

“Oh you bastard!”

You shuffled back with Daryl, and he gripped your arm, looking at you and you nodded your head.

He cut your arm.

You turned your attention away from him, pulling your jacket jacket off to cover him a little better.

“Ain’t gonna stop a whole horde of them.” The vampire whispered.

“We need to go…” Daryl whispered.

“We can’t, either the walkers will get you or he will, I can’t stop both…”

He rested his back on your shoulder, looking at the walkers in the doorway.

“I move, they came flooding in. You let me have the man, I’ll let them go on their merry way.”

You couldn’t risk moving, if you moved from Daryl there would be no doubt that the walkers would smell him instantly.

“How about some more?”

The other vampire growled again, attracting more walkers with the noise.

You realised what he was doing, he was copying the sound that a big cat would make in the wild, an animal call.

Smirked, and shuffled a little bit.

“Oh yeah? Guess what? That isn’t scaring shit…” you whispered.

You placed your hands over Daryl’s ears, and he looked up at you to see your red eyes, fangs bared.

You took a deep breath, and you growled back, deeper, a lot deeper and slower, the echo of the growl was enough to shake the windows.

Daryl felt the vibration of your chest on his back as you growled.

Where as the other ones growl was animal like, yours was much more demonic, powerful in every sense of the work.

He hadn’t been scared of anything, not his past, not death, not walkers, but that sound alone was enough to make his heart drop for a moment.

The other vampire dropped to his knees, covering his ears.

The growl lasted near enough a minute until finally you stopped.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll go, you won’t see me again…”

He scrambled away, and you stayed there, moving your hands from Daryl’s ears.

“Holy shit…” he whispered.

Pushing him up, you rushed to the door, looking outside to see the walkers leaving, not wanting to handle whatever it was that caused the noise they heard.

You stayed there for a moment and then you turned around.

“They’re gone, all of them.”

He nodded, pushing himself up and he wiped your knife on his jacket before putting it in his belt, picking up his crossbow and you picked up the two arrows.

Walking over you handed them back over to him and picked up your jacket to put it back on.

“The fuck was that about? Holy shit (Y/N).”

“It’s how we settle disputes, the one with the loudest growl always wins. The louder the growl the more painful it is to the others ears, which is why I covered yours. If it destroys our ears, imagine what it could do to yours.”

“Yeah, I like my hearing the way it is.”

You laughed a little, taking the box of supplies back to the door.

You picked up a couple of boxes and walked over to the car to put them in, and he followed you.

“Why’d his attract walkers but yours didn’t?”

“His was more animal like, mine isn’t. They may have no brain function but they’re attracted to sound, they hear an animal they go towards it, they hear a sound that loud and they automatically leave, it radiates death.”

He nodded his head, handing you the car keys for you to drive back.

Getting in the drivers side, you waited for him to give you the all clear before driving away.

You were driving for maybe a couple of minutes.

“Thanks.”

You glanced at him before turning back to the road.

“For what?”

“Driving that crazy fucker away, and letting me bleed you to cover my scent.”

“Don’t make it a habit, I like my blood being inside my body, not outside.”

He chuckled, nodding his head.

“Yeah, can’t really argue with that one.”

You smiled a little, keeping your eyes fixed on the road.

“Can you do it at any time?”

“Yeah, but I can’t do it at the prison, can’t risk anybody else finding out.”

“Why? If they see you’re just trynna help I can see them having an issue with it.”

“People are born to be scared of what they don’t understand Daryl, and I’m different. With the walkers out there I don’t think anybody is gonna be too pleased knowing that another undead is living with them.”

He glanced at you.

“You ever gonna tell ‘em?”

“When the time is right maybe, but right now this ain’t the time.”

He turned back to looking out his window.

“The boy seen that?”

“Yeah, once. Scared him a little, but he knew it wasn’t to hurt him.”

Daryl nodded again.

“Stop the car.”

You didn’t as he said though you were a little confused about why he wanted you to stop the car.

You looked at him and he smirked a little.

“Do it again.”

“Eh?”

“Come on, just show me again.”

“Fine, get out the car, we can’t be near it.”

He followed you away from the car and down the road a little bit so you could still keep an eye on it.

You took a deep breath, and you looked at him.

He covered his ears and you did the same growl as before, birds flying from the trees in fear.

Again, it was loud, demonic sounding, and it sparked that same feeling he felt back in the store, that voice in the back of his mind telling him to run.

You turned your head to look at him.

“Happy now?”

He lowered his hands, grinning a little.

“Yeah.”

You both got back to the car, and you tossed him the keys.

“Just for that you can drive back.”

“Oh hell no, I drove here.”

“You just made me growl like I was a damn show dog.”

“Hey, I asked, you complied, that ain’t my problem.”

He tossed the keys back only for you to toss them back at him before jumping into the passenger side of the car.

He walked over, opened the door he grabbed your arm and pulled you out, getting into the passenger side.

“Yeah bitch, I win.”

“I could throw you out right now.”

“Do it.”

You huffed, slamming the door closed and went back to driving back to the prison while he bragged about his victory.

You spent a few hours driving, and slowly it started to become dark.

“Think we’ll need to stop?” You asked.

Daryl looked up from his crossbow and looked out the windows.

“How far out?”

“Still about two hours or so, this path is going to be flooded with walkers soon.”

He nodded his head.

“Yeah, yeah pull over.”

You did as he asked, bringing the car behind some trees to hide it from anybody that may want to to raid the supplies.

“Is there anything nearby here?”

“It’s empty roads, and we don’t have enough daylight to go looking around, I can’t exactly leave you in the car.”

“I can manage myself.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I know that dumbass, I mean with the amount of walkers that idiot may have brought over, who knows how many there are and where they are.”

“Yeah, true.”

You took your jacket, handing it to him and he climbed into the back seat, using it to cover the window behind his head.

You reclined your seat, kicking your feet up on the dash as you watched the sun setting through the trees.

“Why don’t you turn into a massive walking matchstick?”

“Daryl what the fuck?”

He sat up a little.

“Well, you aren’t supposed to walk around during the day, the whole being of darkness hates sunlight crap.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Come on, is it true or not?”

You rolled your eyes, turning to lay on your side so you could look at him.

“Yes, it’s true. Sunlight burns us, if we’re in it too long set us on fire.”

“You ain’t on fire.”

You raised your right hand, showing him the ring on your index finger.

“Passed on through generations of vampires, one dies the ring goes to a new one. This one belonged to the woman that turned me. She was being chased by hunters, left me this.”

“Sorry.”

You shrugged slightly.

“That’s life.”

“You mean death?”

You stuck your middle finger up at him and rolled back over to stare out the window.

Daryl shuffled down, resting his head on the seat, putting his arm over his eyes.

You closed yours as well, but without much need for sleep you just laid there, any walked going past just ignoring you.

You were listening to the world around, for people, walkers, animals, everything.

So, after a while of just laying there you knew when something was wrong, everything went quiet immediately.

Getting up you tapped Daryl’s thigh, making him grumble a little.

“Somethings wrong…”

“Why?”

“It’s quiet.”

He opened his eyes, looking over at you, slowly reaching for the knife in his belt and you shook your head, handing him your other one.

“Keep it there in case…”

He slowly nodded, and you quietly opened the car door.

Standing up, you closed the door quietly, jumped on the roof of the car, crouched down as you looked around.

There wasn’t anything, not a single Walker, or animal.

You leant over the car, knocking on the drivers side window and he opened the window a little.

“I don’t see anything, slowly drive, I’ll bang twice if I see anything…”

“Yeah…”

You crouched down, keeping a hand between the gap in the in the window and the roof of the car, and Daryl slowly took the car back on the road, trying to be as quiet as possible as he drove down it.

You looked around, listened, but there was nothing.

It was strange, there was no way they all just wondered away, you should’ve heard at least one or two walkers somewhere.

“Anything?” He quietly called.

“No, keep going.”

You got closer to the prison, and you heard all the noise.

You heard the walkers at the fence, people shouting, and you heard Spencer yell your name loudly.

“The prison!”

Daryl immediately sped job not wasting any time, going as fast as as he could to get back to the prison

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Twenty: I Can’t Do This

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: When things to be going right, the world has a funny way of bringing Valentina back down to the cold harsh reality

Warnings: Heartache, distressed Vali

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

It had only been twenty four hours since Singapore and Pierre was getting on my last nerve. He wouldn’t shut up about me and Charles, pinching the bridge of my nose I tossed my phone onto the sofa forgetting it was still open on the conversation with Charles.

“Why won’t you tell me what happened?” Pierre hummed from the kitchen of the shared hotel.

“Because I know what you are like.” I huffed, throwing my head back against the arm of the sofa.

“There was a time you told me everything.” He pouted, standing over me with two fresh cups of coffee. “But you’ve changed.”

Rolling my eyes at the giant man baby that was hovering over me like a dark cloud. He always knew how to be dramatic.

“Pear, is it your time of the month again? Do you need ice cream?” I mocked, pushing myself up to a sitting position.

“Haha, very funny.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he passed me the coffee before sitting on the sofa. His eyes instantly landed on my phone, a wide smirk forming on his face as he spotted Charles’ nickname lighting up the screen. He was too quick for me to swipe my phone away from him. “Let’s see what we have here then.” He said with a mischievous grin on his face.

Sinking further into the sofa trying to make myself as small as possible, I knew that Pierre was going to have a field day.

The moment I saw Pierre’s fingers darting across the screen I wanted to punch him in the face, the smirk that was on his face told me that he was up to no good.

“Oh this is brilliant.” He chuckled, pausing to take a sip of his coffee.

“Can I have my phone back?” I asked, kicking his thigh, causing him to wince at the impact.

“Yeah in a bit.” He hummed, not taking his eyes off the screen. “I’m busy.”

I knew I was going to kill Pierre, I didn’t even know what he was texting but I knew he would be texting Charles. Letting out a dramatic sigh, letting him know he was annoying me, I leant over to see what he was texting but the little shit stood up holding the phone like it was something out of lion king. But I did manage to get a glimpse of part of a text.

I wish you were here, baby. I need you so bad.

I miss your lips roaming my body.

“Oh hell fucking no.” I growled, my heart rate quickening as I realised he was sexting Charles pretending to be me. This was bad, me and Charles had only just started talking again and here Pierre was pretending to be me sending dirty texts and knowing Pierre they would be pure filth. “You are an asshole, you know that right.”

Something must have been funny because he started laughing his head off whilst still texting. The tears were running down his cheeks as I jumped over the back of the sofa, trying to get my phone out of his hands.

“Nope this is too good.” He cried, holding the phone even higher. The sound of my phone ringing made me freeze. “Oh fucking hell Char is face timing you now.”

“Do not fucking answer it.” I growled through gritted teeth as his smirk got wider.

“Oops.” He howled, keeping his attention on my phone. “Well, well Mr Leclerc you horny bastard.”

“Pierre what the fuck man?” Charles snapped through the phone. “That was you texting all that shit?”

“Bear, I swear I had nothing to do with it.” I shouted, jumping up trying to get my phone back for Pierre. “Seriously asshole, give me my phone back.” All I wanted to do was curl up into a ball, letting the ground swallow me up.

“Holy shit, I’ve not heard you call Char that in years.” Pierre hummed, taking his eyes off the ball for a split second causing me to regain control of my phone.

Once I had the device I flipped Pierre off before running into my room in the hotel suit, slamming the door behind me. I couldn’t believe he pulled a stunt like that and he wondered why I didn’t tell him about the other night.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” I sighed, flopping down onto the bed, proping my phone up against the pillows. “He’s been on one this morning. He swiped my phone and he was too quick.” Letting my eyes lock onto the phone screen, noticing that Charles was looking rather flush. Which is when I realised the reason why he was looking rather red. “Bear, did you?”

Charles dropped his gaze to his lap as he ran his hand over his face. “Urm yeah.” He admitted, looking rather embarrassed. “I thought it was you that was texting. I never thought it would have been Pierre.”

“Don’t worry in gonna fucking kill him.”

I tried to ignore the fact that he thought it was me, I didn’t need to be thinking about that right now. Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I fell quiet, not knowing what to say after the events of this morning.

An awkward silence fell over the two of us, I had no idea what to say especially now Pierre pulled that little stunt.

Charles finally broke the silence, “Urm I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a coffee before we need to catch the flight to Japan?”

A small smile crossed my face, “yeah, I’d like that. Let me get changed and I will meet you. Just text me the address.”

Shortly after that the call ended, still on rather an awkward note. I just hoped it wasn’t going to be awkward when we were face to face. Running my hand over my face I let out a muffled scream before rolling off the bed. I needed to do the final checks of the room before getting ready to go out. Luckily our cases had already been picked up this morning so it was just the bags I needed on the plane that were by the door.

Within half an hour I was fully packed and ready to go, pulling my sunglasses over my eyes, I grabbed my hat from the top of the backpack before grabbing the bag, throwing one of the straps over my shoulder.

As I walked out of the room I was met with Pierre who still had that stupid fucking smile on his face.

“Whoa, I didn’t think we needed to leave yet?” he questioned raising his brow at my backpack.

“We don’t.” I said rather harshly, right now I didn’t care that I was being short with him, he crossed a line. “I will see you on the plane, I’m going out.” I snapped, pushing past him.

“Nugget wait.” he called after me, softly grabbing my arm stopping me in my tracks. “I’m sorry okay, I thought you would see the funny side to it.”

Rolling my eyes behind my sunglasses, I let out a sigh. “Yeah well I didn’t, and this is why I haven’t said much about the other night because I knew you would do something stupid. You know how I feel about Charles.”

The smile on his face dropped at my statement, instantly he pulled me into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I am so sorry.” he said softly, “I promise I will behave and I won’t step over the line again.”

“Okay, thank you.” I breathed, wiggling out of his grip. “I’ve got to go.”

“Where?”

“Meeting Char for coffee.” I said, finding a smile creeping onto my face.

“Have fun, Nugget.”

Qualifying went well, my emotions were all over the place but somehow through it all I had managed to land pole position. I thought this weekend was going to go better than I thought.

Standing in the opening of the garage I watched the rain pour from the sky, the dark clouds looming over the track. This was bad, this was extremely bad.

I couldn’t stop my heart from pounding against my ribs as the rain continued to pour, my focus was on the rain drops that were bouncing violently off the ground. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as my mind drifted back to the day that changed my life for the worst.

“Race is still going ahead.” Josh said softly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Please tell me you are joking?” I choked out, my silent tears turning into sobs.

“Unfortunately not.”

I couldn’t do this, after yesterday I thought I was going to be able to do this but now everything had flipped on its head.

“No, no, no, no.” I screamed, causing all attention to fall on me. Nothing I did was stopping my hands from shaking violently. “How can they expect us to fucking race in these conditions. Especially with what happened to Jules.”

This was my worst nightmare, I wasn’t looking forward to racing this track anyway but apparently the universe wanted to fuck me up.

My head was spinning, my fingers were tugging hard at my hair, maybe if I tugged hard enough I would wake from this nightmare. My vision was now blurry from how hard I was sobbing.

Feeling someone try to wrap their arms around me, I instantly lashed out, pushing whoever it was away from me.

“Get the fuck off me.” I screamed, taking a few steps back without looking at where I was going and I ended up falling over the tyre of the car causing me to land on my arse. “I don’t want anyone fucking touching me! So please just fuck off.”

“Nugget, ce n'est que moi. Nugget, it's just me.” Pierre said softly, placing his hand on my knee, causing me to instantly move away from him.

“Pourquoi les gens continuent à essayer de me toucher. Reculez, bordel ! Why do people keep trying to touch me. Back the fuck off!” I snapped, wrapping my arms around my knees, pulling them closer to my chest.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw the crowd that was forming around the entrance of the garage, along with the netflix crew.

Everything was a blur but I heard Hudson shout Charles’ name.

“What's going on?” Charles said, panic dripping off his voice. “Shit, what happened to Vali?”

“She’s freaking out over the race.” Pierre said quietly.

The only sound that was echoing around the garage was my sobs, I couldn’t bring myself to look up and face the crowd.

“SERIOUSLY,” Charles snapped, the sound of his voice made me finally look up, resting my chin on my knee. “IF YOU AREN’T CLOSE FRIENDS OR FAMILY GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THIS GARAGE.”

Watching as Charles and Hudson cleared the crowd before the shutter to the garage was slammed shut. Looking around the room the only people that were left were Charles, Pierre, Hudson and Josh.

Charles rushed over to me, dropping to the floor wrapping his arms around me. For whatever reason I didn’t lash out at him for touching me, in fact I clung onto him like I was drowning at sea and he was my life raft.

“I can’t do it, Bear.” I sobbed into his chest, clutching at his race suit.

“You are stronger than you think, babygirl.” he whispered, running his fingers through my hair, rocking me gently. “Just take some deep breaths, let it all out. I’m here baby and I’m not going anywhere.”

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[oh-surprise-its-me]

I’m absolutely living for bitey ice and Jake just inheriting different traits from his dad. This has me thinking about what would’ve happened if during the classroom confrontation in TGM if Jake had snapped his teeth at Bradley (idk why he would, haven’t gotten that far) and Mav saw it instantly reminding him of a different arrogant Blonde pilot he flew with many years ago. That Vietnam flashbacks meme but it’s TGM Mav flashing back to the locker room teeth snapping incident of ‘86.

Then later Jake fidgeting with the same plane Ron fidgeted with in that scene and Mav walking by seeing him doing that and wondering why that is so familiar to him

Jake taking a comb out one day and preening his hair in the mirror muttering to himself that he needs to look perfect cause it has to be absolutely perfect in case some chicken might happen to walk by and Mav just thinking “wow that man is vain, sorta like how Hollywood used to be”

Jake showing up to Dagger functions with his cowboy hat on, southern twang flirting hard with rooster and Mav just wonders where that boy got his fashion sense from

And then finally hearing the famous “I’m too good to be true” line and Mav is just absolutely bothered cause he can’t seem to remember where he knows that from (viper from that one ask thing you wrote)

Then the one day that the daggers and the class of ‘86 have that bbq at Ice’s house after the mission and Mav just realizes why Hangman is the way he is. It’s because he’s basically a perfect cocktail in a blonde aviators body of the different traits of the people he knows.

I might just absolutely live for Mav meeting jakes parents (and uncles and grandpa) again after all the years post mission. And the dawning horror of who made Jake in to the way he is

I am such a sucker for this Chris Seresin x Ron x Tom AU with adult Jake

I’m so glad you love them oh my god. I literally can’t stop talking about them.

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Jake is such a combo of the men he grew up around and that never ends. He has Chris’s tendency of stealing clothing. Doesn’t matter who. He’s taking it.

When Mav saw him in a 86 sweatshirt he froze for a second and then shook his head. Just a coincidence. Damn if Jake doesn’t look like Ice.

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Mav walks into Tom’s backyard only to see Hangman and a few of the 86 crew already there. “Wolf?! Holly?” He’s caught in a hug and then set back on the ground. A voice piped up from behind the two. “Hey old man.”

He sighs. “Seresin. Being good?”

Jake snaps his gum and grins. “Never around these guys.” Wolf tosses an arm around Jake’s shoulders and steers him to the grill where Mav swears Slider is standing. Tom comes up to Mav and gives him a hug. It’s been so long since they’ve seen each other in a non professional setting.

“Hey Mav. I’d like you to meet my husbands.”

Mav blinks. Okay look. He always knew Ice wasn’t straight. No man with that hair was. No man that looked at Slider like that was. But husband is a bit of a surprise. Certainly no open invites. “Hey Chris come here a second?”

A blond man pops his head up from here he was sitting on the ground with a dog. He was fixing what looks to be a doggy sized wheelchair. Cute.

“Yeah Baby?”

Mav blinks again. Does Jake have a much older brother??

Holy shit. “Holy shit. He’s your kid??” Tom and the man he is assuming Chris smile at him. “Sure is! Ron’s too!”

Mav stares at them. Jake passes by with a beer and hands it to Mav, “drink old man. You’ll need this today.” Ron slips away from the grill and comes up next to the three of them. “Mav! Holy shit you’ve been killing it with the assignments over the years.”

Jake is a clone of the three of them. Oh lord. No wonder he’s evil sometimes. “This is your fault. He’s like this because of you oh n o.” Wolf spins Holly around in the background, “oh he’s all of you. Oh no I thought Bradley was bad.”

A voice comes from behind him. “What Maverick? Gonna leave me out of that count?” Mav can only slowly turn when he hears that voice. “Oh fuck me. You too??”

Viper grins at him from where he’s standing while hugging Jake. “Sure thing Pete. This is my grand baby right here.”

Mav thinks maybe he should’ve dragged Goose along with him early. He can’t handle all of this information. It makes too much sense.

“Surprised old man?” Mav looks at Jake who looks slightly nervous for the first time. “Surprised but not disappointed. Nice one Jake. How’d you hide it.”

Jake shrugs. “DADT made taking Dad’s last name the smart choice. Never changed it even when they all got married. Or whatever other hippy shit that counted as.”

Chris grabs Jake and pulls him in between the three of them. Viper comes to stand next to Mav. “I’ll show you some baby photos later. It’ll make more sense.”

Mav nods. Holly is wearing Wolf’s cowboy hat. He swears that’s Jake’s exact hat.

He’s got a lot of questions but knows he’ll get a hell of an answer for them all.

[papsiguesss]

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Thanks for the ask! (ask game post)

Okay so... star meant I got to pick myself... I thought for a while and decided I'd pick out a scene from Swap!AU since that AU is closest to my heart! <3 Going with a scene from the very first chapter, which is Lawrence dying/turning (edited some slight things for easier reading):

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The exhausted vampire hunter struck the wooden stake with his hammer, using his last remaining strength. He was expecting the undead’s ghastly screams to fill his ears, but he would get to hear no such noises. The vampire simply looked at him as the life slowly faded from its eyes, a malicious grin on its face. Blood trickled down its chin as its corpse fell down to the ground.

(In my mind, Van Helsing never enjoys killing a vampire. I didn't put that much emphasis on it in this passage but I did try to get it across with the word choices)

As soon as he saw that he had been successful, Lawrence Van Helsing slumped down against the wall, breathing heavily as he held his hand near his throat. The pain coming from the two small puncture wounds on his neck was getting worse as each second passed. He had been too careless. He should not have let his guard down. He had been subjected to the vampire’s bite. Now, he was going to have to suffer because of his own foolishness. He felt himself starting to get dizzy as he was losing more and more blood. He had to act fast. He had to do something. If not, his soul would be damned for all eternity.

(I think this fic was mostly me whumping the everliving SHIT out of Van Helsing and honestly... yeah it already showed in the first chapter lmfao. Gotta do despicable things to that man and break his psyche.)

With trembling hands, he reached for a small flask in his suit pocket. Falling down onto his knees, he leaned against the wall, trying to use it to support himself. He pulled the cap away from the small bottle of holy water he was holding and slowly raised it up to his neck, uttering a prayer to himself. He had no idea if this was going to work, but this was his best chance.

He took a deep breath. This was it. He was going to save himself… or he was going to discover the fact that he was doomed. “My lord… I beg of you… please, save my soul”, the vampire hunter muttered as he tilted the bottle and let the last remaining drops of holy water fall down onto his skin.

As soon as it came into contact with his bite marks though, a searing pain shot through his entire body. It felt as if something had set him on fire. He let out a gruesome, inhuman wail, which echoed through the halls of the deserted castle he had found himself in. There was not a single person present to hear his horrendous screams. Maybe it was better that way. If someone had heard his shrieks, they would have been haunted by them forever.

The vampire hunter started to shake as he looked at his hands, starting to realise what had just occurred. The infection had spread too much already. His god had just forsaken him. Nothing could save him now. He was going to die here, and no one would be there to notice it. But it would not be an end for him. It would only be a beginning to a new existence. One of torment. “H-help…”, he stammered, trying to get up and walk away from the dead body next to him. “Anyone… please…”

Okay sooooo this was mostly the part I wanted to talk about!

I'm not sure how clearly it got across, but yes this is a Brides of Dracula reference! I always think scars are a really interesting thing for a character to have and I uh... may or may not have been a bit salty at the fact that Lawrence's burn scar after using his bite first aid strategy just instantly faded because HOLY WATER. Lawrence first only has the burn mark on his neck in the Swap!AU, but this scar later gets worse because someone presses a crucifix against his skin there (FUCK that guy. seriously). Pics underneath for reference. I hope that Lawrence's burn mark is clear enough on the drawing of him I made??

I also thought going with the base premise of the Brides bite scene would make sense since this is also Lawrence dealing with the consequences of getting bitten but of course in this AU he's the vampire and Dracula's the human so... it ends less fortunately for him this time.

Honestly I could rant about this AU the entire day because I have lots of blorbo thoughts about these guys but I'll keep my infodump to this for now haha unless people would like to know more ofc!

[leviathanverse]

Chapter 31: Sirensong's Return

" Don't hurt her... she is only fighting to survive..."

I only laughed, flapping my feathered wings. However, Sekido decided to be an ass and hit me on the head.

" Don't be an idiot. Listen to Zoha's human."

" But where is the fun in that?"

I heard the dragon snarl and turned my gaze, seeing how two humans got the muzzle off before getting out.

I laughed and took off, heading for the dragon. It was half my size, and looked extremely weak.

But I was surprised when the dragon screeched and jumped onto the chains above.

I looked up, and saw it look at the hunters. I didn't think about it and went in for the kill. The dragon reacted and moved out of the way.

" FIGHT OR THE EGGS GO!"

Eggs?! I turned to look at where the dragon had looked. I felt a snarl form in my throat when I saw 4 beautiful white-blue eggs.

A man had a sledgehammer ready. As if to crush the eggs. I didn't like it. Not one bit. I looked at the dragon and turned to look at my brothers.

" She's being used to fight!"

" What do you mean?"

"She's just fighting!"

" They have her eggs! There is a sledgehammer ready to crush them if she doesn't fight!"

The dragon attacked, biting my neck with what little strength she had. I reacted and swiped my talons at her face.

She let go and immediately went to tend her wound I gave her. I pinned her, and looked at the men.

I widened my eyes when they held the sledgehammer above her eggs, getting ready to crush them. I felt my throat get filled with energy and used my screech on them.

" You couldn't have done that sooner?!"

" The dragon! She's not moving!"

I looked back at the female under my talon, seeing her eyes stare at me. She closed her eyes and lowered it back on the ground.

Was... was she expecting me to end it? After I saw that she was trying to protect her eggs? I heard the crowd boo at me when I let her go.

" Boo! Kill it!"

" Finish it!"

" This is lame!"

I snarled at the crowd while Zoha and my other brothers came out. I looked back at the dragon and saw her injury not healing.

" Kill the fucking dragon!"

" You have no right to tell them what to do! They are sentient creatures! You people are disgusting!"

" FUCK YOU!"

" NO! YOU NEED TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT THEY ARE LIKE US, YOU PIECE OF SHITS!"

I looked at Zoha's human, and holy fuck were they pissed. I couldn't even think of words to describe their fury.

The dragon underneath me hissed at them and I instinctively growled back at them. The smaller dragon backed off and jumped to the ledge where her eggs were.

" And I thought I was broody."

" Hey! We need them to get out of here!"

" Don't deny it. You became attached~"

" Karaku! You're not helping!"

" Oh come on! Don't be in denial!"

I huffed before going to where the female was. She turned to look at me, and instantly snarled.

" Stay away from my eggs!"

" I am not after your eggs?"

" Lies! Don't come any closer! I'll fight you if I have to!"

" Mama dragon, calm down! Please? You are only stressing out your body more than needed..."

I look at the ground, and saw... Zika?! I felt my chest swell with joy! The little precious gem had woken up!

I wanted to purr, bit remembered our situation when a tomato was thrown at my face.

I didn't know why, but I had the urge to make a distress call. Before I could stop myself, I made a distress call so loud that it surprised my brothers and I.

" Holy shit- WHY DID YOU MAKE A DISTRESS CALL?!"

" I D-"

We all heard a roar answer my distress call. It was loud, and it sounded far. I saw people start to try and run, but were stooped by the female dragon's fire.

Her gel was almost gel like. Is that why she was called a Bio-luminescent Gel Wraith? Because she could fire gel sticky enough to trap prey?

I shook my head and heard another roar. I could tell that it held anger and hatred in the way it was roared. I shivered.

I didn't know why I shivered. But I had an instinct scream at me to flee. Even the female dragon seemed to have the same instinct.

" My eggs! I can't leave them here!"

She cried and fired at the bars that separated her from her eggs. I grabbed the bars with my talons and used all my strength to tear it apart.

She immediately went to her eggs, nuzzling them affectionately like she had never touched them in her entire life.

A massive shadow casted over the entire enclosure and I dared to look at what had created it.

My eyes widened, an instinct I have never felt before blossomed through my entire form.

I heard the human's gasp, and Zika holding my hind paw. The dragon was massive. It HAD to be three times our size from its shoulders to its torso. The rest of it had a serpentine body that of a snake.

Where its arms were supposed to be were wings. It had no arms or legs. I felt a new emotion burst through my being.

Was- was this what fear felt like? Was this what our prey felt like when seeing us? I had no idea that it felt like this.

" We are fucked..."

I turned my head to look at Aizetsu. We all did. I was at a loss for words when I heard him cuss. I think we all were.

" AH! I THOUGHT THEY WENT EXTINCT?!"

" SHIT! WE ARE ALL FUCKED!"

I turned my attention back to the massive dragon, seeing it open its jaws. There was a purple gas that formed before it released it.

It wasn't gas anymore as it had turned into purple flames. I saw it take out all the humans within less than second.

Except the mother dragon. She had ling fled the area. I noticed when I looked back at where I last saw her.

" That's... that's a S-Si-Sirensong..."

" I thought they went extinct 67 000 years ago..."

A Sirensong? It sure as fuck fit it. I snarl and stood above Zika protectively as I stared at it.

An extinct dragon came back from extinction? I almost wanted to laugh. But my new extinct held me back from doing so.

I had to protect my brothers and humans from this dragon. Even if it costed my own life to do so.

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[famwhy]

In Grief and In Mourning II

Yandere! Various X Reader

Part II

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You stared at the man incredulously.

Did he seriously just say that name with a straight face?

"Sorry, run that by me again?"

"Sir Reemus Cutey-bunny McFluffins The Third."

Dear lord, he did it again.

"Uhh... I think I'll just stick to Reemus." You tried not to laugh at the thought of the previous-you's name for the dragon.

This Princess may have had more issues than you thought. Perhaps she was a stuck-up spoiled brat? Then again, you can't really judge her based off her name choices and the pampering of her father...

Nevermind, you could definitely judge her based off of that.

This poor dragon.

"Very well." The expression on your alternate-world father lit up as he suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh! I was so caught up in your return, I forgot to inform you of your upcoming debut!"

"My upcoming wha-?" You rose a brow.

"Your upcoming debut!" He clapped his hands together once. "The Kingdom must be alerted of your return as soon as possible!"

"Woah woah woah, buddy." Your hands shot up, palms expanding as your eyes grew wide. "You're telling me that 'I' got killed here and now that you've 'brought me back', you're gonna announce to everyone that I'm alive?! Are you insane?!"

He frowned. "I thought it was a bad idea too, my little turtle dove, but the kingdom must know of the heir's status if they are to take the crown eventually. I cannot very well suddenly announce to everyone that you are alive and well on the day of your coronation, now can I?" 

"Okay, first of all, why are you speaking as though I'm staying-."

"Because you are."

You ignored him. "And second of all, do you not care about the fact that um, I don't know- I COULD GET FUCKING KILLED?!" 

The dragon behind you lifted his head at the sudden volume, hissing a little in disapproval. As a wordless apology, you merely stroked his scales without looking his way, instantly calming him down.

Meanwhile, your 'father' looked appalled by the words that just left your mouth. "Of course I do, turtle dove! That's why you will be in the presence of multiple guards, handpicked by the general himself, at all times."

Your expression contorted, distaste as clear as the light of day settling on your face not long after. "Oh great, you've already kidnapped me so why not take away the rest of my freedom by keeping me monitored at all times."

"That's not what I'm trying to do, sweetie." His expression softened. 

"Really? 'Cause it didn't seem that way when you screamed at me earlier with the tightest grip on my waist to keep me from running away, which - mind you - is a very human response to being fucking kidnapped." You spoke with venom so clear in your tone, Eminem would be jealous. 

"Human? Whatever do you mean, little turtle dove? We are not human, we are elves."

"Not human?" As if to reaffirm his statement, your hands left the scales of Reemus (much to his displeasure) and reached up to your scalp, tugging on the familiar pointed ears you witnessed in the mirror earlier on. "Shit."

"Dear?" 

Holy shit. You weren't human anymore. What the fuck? Yeah, you might have seen it in the mirror before but back then, it hadn't really settled in. Now though? When your so-called father was the first to point it out to you? Gone was the haze that shrouded your gaze with whispers of this possibly being a dream. In its stead... was left a waking terror that froze your blood down to the very core of your soul.

It was too much-.

You couldn't breathe-.

"Turtle dove?!"

In a fit of adrenaline, you lunged forward, tripping over the beast's tail and landing to the ground with a thud - earning a concerned whimper from the being and an equally concerned shout from your father.

No.

That man was not your father.

Your father would never hold someone against their will merely because he was grieving. He was a man of wise words who believed in freedom above all else - the complete opposite of this man who wished to throw chains over your body and prevent you from ever being with your loved ones again.

This man was not your father.

Becoming more aware of your surroundings, you tore yourself out of his clutches - heaving yourself upright before making your second attempt at running away. 

Luckily, this time was more successful than the last. 

"Y/N! WAIT! PLEASE! COME BACK!"

You paid no mind to his cries for you to return to him, instead choosing to run straight through the double doors that led back inside the large, extravagant building with more desperation than ever before. 

The footsteps that echoed after your own did nothing to stop you or slow you down as you slid under a pair of legs belonging to a rather tall man - focusing only on getting away.

"Gah!"

You didn't stop when seeing a tray cart filled to the brim with dirty teacups being pulled out of a room by a maid. Instead, choosing to place one hand on top of it and hurl yourself over so as to not break your momentum.

"My goodness!"

And you didn't stop when the expressionless healer from before stood by a door, seemingly about to step out into the hallway - well, that was... before you sped by him, of course.

"Hm."

You did stop, however, when you turned a corner and saw a door left slightly ajar - the perfect hiding spot.

Seizing the opportunity presented to you, you dashed through the door - being sure to keep it open the same level as it was before behind you.

Now, you wished you could say that after that, you were safe but... it wasn't that easy, for immediately after, your body went tumbling down a spiraling staircase.

"Agh!"

One step.

"Ugh!"

Another.

"Ack!"

Another.

"Ow!"

And yet another.

Over and over, your body rolled down, until finally...

"Ah! Fuck!"

That was definitely gonna leave a bruise... or maybe twenty.

"Stupid fucking staircase." You scowled.

After taking a few seconds to get up and dust yourself off, you took a good look around, only to freeze up at what you saw.

Displayed on the walls were multiple sets of tools you were sure had nothing to do with any sort of kinky shit whatsoever (unless someone's into torture-). 

The dimly lit corridor was cramped compared to the halls upstairs, the bricks full of mold and less decorated too. 

The dungeons.

You'd stumbled into the dungeons.

"Well, shit."

"Oh? What vulgar language. I don't think I've ever heard a noble speak such a way, much less one from the Palace themselves."

You rose a brow at the unfamiliar voice that resonated through the walls.

"It's been so long since I've had a source of entertainment, do me a favour and come over, would ya doll?"

That voice sounded like it came from behind one of the sets of iron bars. A prisoner, perhaps?

You slowly approached the cells, if only to catch a glimpse of the person who chose to speak to you. Although, once you made it to the cell you thought he would be behind, you frowned upon the sight of more darkness.

"That's strange, I could've sworn-."

"Boo."

Suddenly, a face appeared before you, the glow of a new source of light blinding you for but a moment in time.

"Ah. The princess? Weird. I thought she was meant to be dead." Before you was a male with just as much ethereal features as everyone else you had met in this world. Above his head floated a disk, the light you had just discovered emanating from it.

He caught sight of your eyes sizing him up and smirked.

"Like what you see, princess?"

Immediately, you scowled. "Well, I'm not looking at much."

A few beats passed in silence.

And then...

"Aha.... ahahaha!" The man started laughing hysterically, his fingers curling around the bars keeping you separated as he attempted to hold himself up. "Well aren't you a funny one?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Your frown deepened.

"Felix Jöergen, pleased to meet ya, dollface."

"Look," your frown deepened and his smirk grew. "I don't have the patience to put up with you, buddy. It's bad enough I get kidnapped and told I'm to stay in some random-arse fantasy world, now I have to deal with dickheads like you too."

"Kidnapped?" His inquisitive stare practically told you that this guy had not left this cell in a long time.

"Do guards not gossip or anything?" Your brows furrowed in confusion.

"Not typically, no. Good ol' Negatio has them on lock. They're as loyal as can be." He sighed with a bit of exaggeration.

"Negatio?"

Now he was the one that seemed surprised. "You know, your father? The king? Damn, doll, I didn't think you were that much of an idiot."

This little-.

"Listen here, you lil' shit. I'm not your princess, okay? She's long dead. I'm just a normal person from another world who got kidnapped by that wackjob that sits on your thrown." You jabbed your finger through the metal bars, harshly poking Felix in the chest.

The light-haired male let a sly smile spread throughout his face, fingers unwinding themselves around the bars in lieu of wrapping around your own finger and bringing it up to his lips, lightly grazing against it. "Älskling, you'll explain to me what exactly you mean, won't you?"

You immediately withdrew from his grasp, glaring at him in suspicion. "Only if you tell me why you're in here."

"Me? Why, I'm just a lowly thief imprisoned for attempting to steal the crown."

"'Petty thief'? Yeah, right." You rolled your eyes. "No way you would be in a cell long enough to not be a hundred percent sure of the princess' death over something like attempting to steal a crown I haven't even seen on the king's head."

"Clever girl." He leaned closer to you. "I wasn't lying, in a way. I was technically attempting to steal the crown. Just in a more metaphorical way."

"Metaphorical way?"

"Ah ah ah," He swished hid finger from side-to-side. "That's all I'll say, älskling. Your turn now."

Should you tell him? 

Ah, fuck it. Why not tell him? You doubt he'd be able to do anything to hurt you with this information anyway.

"You see, this king of yours ordered a mage to open a portal into my world in order to kidnap me because he was too much of a pussy to deal with his grief over his daughter's death." You crossed your arms and then mumbled under your breath. "Ruined my shopping trip with Amrita."

"Another world," he muttered, brows furrowed and smile gone from his face, replaced with a focused frown. "Amazing."

"Uh... yeah..."

"Could you tell me a bit more about your world, älskling?" The smile returned to his face once more, looking just as coy as it had before.

"Sure."

You described the modern world to him, explaining technology, work, education, etc. You pretty much used him as an info dump to retain your knowledge of what you're actual home was like. At one point, you stopped doing it for him and started doing it for yourself. 

After a while of you talking, you stopped to hear his thoughts.

"I'll be honest, älskling, your old world sounds boring."

"EXCUSE ME?!" You were (quite obviously) offended.

"This 'technology' you talk about doesn't even sound that good. Humans are probably the most boring creatures in this world so having a world of just them? Doesn't sound like a world I would wanna live in." Felix shook his head from side-to-side with yet another exaggerated facial expression.

"HEY!"

"If I were you, I would be taking advantage of being here while I could." The smile was back on his face once more, his eyes squinting in amusement. "I mean, I bet my halo is something that absolutely astounded you when you first saw it."

"Yeah... what are you, by the way? An angel?" You regretted the suggestion as soon as it left your mouth.

"Angel? Of course not. Do I look like I have wings?"

"Y'know, usually, when you see someone with a halo, you assume them to be the epitome of good. Your existence proves that to be a complete stereotype."

Your words caused him to let out a chuckle. "Look, älskling, I'm just saying that you should try kicking back and relaxing a little. Yeah, sure, you got kidnapped yadda yadda yadda. But this is a whole new world, maybe try exploring a little, see what you can find. Maybe there's something new in my world that you'd grow to love and take back to your world if you ever return.

"You're so stiff and temperamental, loosen up a little, will ya?"

Your stared at him with wide eyes as you said, "Wow, I didn't expect something like that from you."

He gasped, placing a hand on his chest and smirking as he spoke, "So quick to judge, aren't you, princess?" 

"Well, can you-?"

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

You cut yourself off upon hearing the heavy footsteps approaching you.

"Uh oh, looks like we've got company~." Felix didn't look remotely concerned despite his words.

You turned around, meeting face-to-chest with a plate of armour. With hesitance clear in your gaze, your eyes slowly trailed up, taking in the being before you.

The person stared back at you with hollow eye sockets, no flesh on their face to give you any idea of what expression they might be making, allowing them to appear all-the-more terrifying. 

The Knight before you said not a word, you weren't sure if they were even capable of speaking, what with their lack of a mouth. Was that species-ist or..?

You gasped when you were pulled out of your thoughts by a firm grip on your arm. It didn't hurt but it was strong enough to keep you from pulling away.

You didn't say a word as the being with a floating skull above their armour gently started to tug you towards the entrance of the dungeon, taking you further and further away from the prisoner behind you.

Said man threw his arm up and swung it from side-to-side as you were ushered out, shouting to you, "Remember, älskling, you can look for a way out while also enjoying yourself!"

You were led up the stairs and down the same corridor you ran through in a panic earlier. Now that you thought back on it, you felt slightly embarrassed and concerned for the man whose legs you slid under and the lady who you indirectly caused a disturbance to. Those poor people.

"Turtle dove!"

"Ack-!"

Your thoughts were disrupted when you were swept up into the familiar arms of your other-worldly 'father', held tightly in his grasp as though you would slip away if he loosened up for even a second (which, granted, you probably would).

"You're back! Oh, I was so worried!" 

Yeah, you couldn't tell.

"Well done, Anahria. I'll be sure to keep this in mind." A new voice caused your pointed ears to twitch upwards and your eyes to search the room you were in for the source.

Another figure stood by where the king previously was, posture perfect and aura oozing authority. He wore a uniform befitting of an officer of high ranks in the armies you'd seen in the modern world. Last but not least, he was incredibly handsome (because of course he was-).

The man, upon noticing your gaze on him, reached his hand up and tipped his hat by the slightest amount. "Princess."

You looked up at your 'father' with expectant eyes. 

"Ah, I suppose you would like to know who this is?" Negatio's hands combed through your hair as he spoke. "This is General Ivan Wyvmore and the one who retrieved you is a woman who is amongst our top three strongest Knights, Anahria Widsthurth. She is among one of the ten knights I will assign to be by your side for your protection."

"TEN?!"

Damn, talk about overboard.

"Yes, dear, I need to make absolute sure you are safe at all times. You gave me a huge scare just now, what if you were killed again?! I can't have that. Not again. Never again." His voice grew soft towards the end as his eyes seemed to leave reality.

This guy had issues.

"Isn't that still a little excessive? I wouldn't even be able to breathe." You tried to make him see some reason. 

"Nonsense, turtle dove, if they were to stop your breathing for even a second. I would see to it myself that they are executed in front of the whole kingdom."

"No, I didn't mean that... it was just an expression. I just meant that I... would feel overwhelmed." 

"I'm sorry to hear that, turtle dove, but-."

"Your majesties," the voice of Ivan cut through your conversation, causing your 'father' to send him a light glare. "Pardon my intrusion but it is getting quite dark outside, perhaps it would be best to retreat to your quarters for some rest? You can pick this conversation up in the morning."

"Unfortunately, I do not have the time to rest." The king frowned. "I have neglected quite a lot of my duties as King today and I mustn't make a habit of it no matter how much I wish to spend time with my lovely daughter."

"Then would you like for me to accompany your daughter to her quarters?" 

Your 'father' narrowed his eyes. "I hope there's no hidden motive behind this suggestion, general."

The general merely laughed. "Of course not. If you are so skeptical, Anahria can also accompany us."

"Hm." The long-haired male looked to be in deep contemplation for a moment. "Very well."

You moved to leave the arms wrapped around you but found yourself unable to do so when they so blatantly denied you freedom.

"Uh, you gonna let me go or..."

With a small sigh, the male resigned and let you go - although, not before giving you one last squeeze and a worried look. "Stay safe, okay turtle dove?"

"Okay."

Your response caused a small smile to grace his lips before he abruptly jerked his head to the side. "Hurry! Leave before I change my mind and refuse to stop embracing you!"

You swiftly walked through the doors held open by both the escorts, heeding your 'father's' warning without a second thought. He definitely meant it judging from the little time you'd spent with him.

The general and his worker followed after you, one opting to stay quiet while the other spoke up. "How are you fairing so far, my lady?"

Oh, well, you just got kidnapped and told you couldn't return to your world ever again and would be forced to live the life of a dead person for who knows how long. How did he think you were fairing?

"Fine."

"That's lovely to hear. I do hope you are enjoying your stay, I know his majesty has been a little overwhelming since you arrived."

Ya don't say?

"Mhm."

His eyes softened and his voice shifted into a tone much more gentle. "I am ever so sorry for what you have been through, my lady, I really am. If there is anything I can help you with, anything at all, please let me know."

You stopped abruptly, turning to him with crossed arms and a stern expression. "Can you send me home?"

His smile turned melancholy. "Anything but that, I'm afraid."

"Then don't bother." You scoffed, storming into the room that Anahria held open for you.

"For what it's worth. I truly am sorry, your majesty."

With that, the door shut on you.

A frown slowly formed on your face as your gaze casted to the side. "Yeah, I am too."

Maybe you should take Felix up on that suggestion to explore, it might do you some good to take your mind off of these things, if even temporarily.

'Älskling' is a Swedish term of endearment. 'Negatio' is the Latin word for denial. I named the king that because he's in denial of fantasy-world-Reader's death. Eh, eh, get it? 😉 Please excuse my grammar mistakes, I'm tired-.

What do you guys think of Felix? Like him? Skeptical? What about the general? Chivalry is dead but not according to Ivan. (Dw guys, the dragon's name is still legally Sir Reemus Cutey-bunny McFluffins The Third) Also, remember kids, you shouldn't kidnap your loved ones from other worlds and force them to live in your one just to make up for the fact that they died in your world. 👍

Now, I need to go revise for an exam I have in approximately 2 days...

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[superdz555]

On October 17th, 2018, Peter Griffin found a machine in Stewie Griffin's room. As Peter looked upon Stewie's creation, he said to himself, "Huh. There's this weird lookin' machine in Stewie's Room. I'm gonna see what it does!" He opened the door, walked inside, and activated the machine. As the machine activated, sparks of electricity were generated around it, and eventually, Peter saw nothing but a white light. He asked himself, "What the hell? Where am I?" As he regained his vision, he looked at the surrounding area. There was grass, trees, and in the distance, a castle behind a strange purple barrier. Peter quickly realized that he was in Fortnite, a game published by Epic Games in July 21st, 2017. As he realized this, he excitedly gasped and shouted, "Holy crap! I'm in Fortnite!" As he climbed to higher ground to get a better view of his surroundings, he said "Oh, my gosh! This is so, freakin', epic!" Suddenly, as a sliver of a heavenly choir played, the 45th President of the United States, Donald Trump, faded into existence. Peter saw him and said, "Holy crap! Donald Trump!" Donald responded with "Hello, Peter. Welcome to Fortnite. I've summoned you here for a special task. You up for it?" Peter, without a second thought, answered Donald's question with "Oh, you bet your ass I am! Anything for you, Donald!" Donald heard Peter's affirmation and explained the task, saying "Good. You see, because my old enemy Hillary Clinton has taken control of this world, and she plans to destroy the lives of every epic gamer ever, from her base, the Tilted Towers. I need my OWN epic gamer to go inside, and destroy her." Peter replied, "Oh, hell yeah! You could count on me, Donald! I'll never let you down!" Donald then said, "I know I could." He then gave Peter an elixir and a firearm, saying "Here's a chug jug and a purple scar. Good luck, Peter." As Peter approached the Tilted Towers, he said to himself, "Okay. The Tilted Towers are close." He started to lose confidence as he said "I don't know, I feel like I'm gonna need some help." Suddenly, a gorilla named Harambe appeared out of thin air. Peter ecstatically shouted "Holy crap! Harambe! Aw, this is epic!" Harambe replied with a generic ape noise, which Peter understood. Peter said "Okay, Harambe. Let's go to the Tilted Towers." Peter and Harambe then climbed a building close to the Tilted Towers. On the rooftop, Peter looked at the Tilted Towers and said, "Oh, look. Hillary." He then shouted "Hey, Hillary! Prepare to die, you dumb bitch!" Hillary replied, "Ha, ha. You can't kill me. I will end the lives of every epic gamer to ever exist, including yours." Peter then unconfidently said to himself, "Uh... I don't know what to do. I didn't plan this too well." Harambe then made a generic ape noise and gave Peter a rocket launcher. Peter then said, "Aw, you got a rocket launcher?! Aw, now THIS is gonna be epic!" He then aimed his rocket launcher at Hillary, shouting "Hey, Hillary and the Democratic Party! Pokemon Go suck my balls," just before pulling the trigger, launching the rocket straight at Hillary. Hillary, in her last moments before the rocket collided with her, shouted "Oh, fuck! Shit! Fuck!" The rocket collided with her, and it exploded, killing her instantly. Peter and Harambe then celebrated with a dance party. They showed off their best moves as the Fortnite Default Dance song played. The end.

[frogsandfries]

I was down a lot of today, but I think I'm good enough to make it through a chill evening.

Anyway, I dreamed I went to some Scandinavian country for winter and I was like, I can't stay here, it will literally kill me and then like five seconds later, I fell in love. Then a moment later, this black guy that he was friends with wanted attention too and the guy I fell in love with joked that he'd have to start keeping a tally and I was like, no no, it's fine, like I'm probably not staying, don't worry about me. One of the...... emotionally darker girls was like, you guys should fight! And me and the other guy were both pretty instantly like, no we're not gonna fight.

At least the Scandinavian part of the dream was because I noticed at ten o'clock, even though it was clear skies, it was gloomy in my apartment. I think the other part is, I was watching a video recently about ace representation. I've said it before, but ace representation still makes me feel like an alien. Hey everybody, come to the zoo and gawk at the freaky demisexual! She's mostly fine without sex, but if she gets into a relationship, she really, really likes to fuck.

Actually, lately, my libido and social/physical isolation has been killing me. I have no idea what sexual attraction is. It is impossible for me to just go out and have sex with someone random who I don't know. Now, if a friend who I was really familiar with socially and maybe very emotionally comfortable with asked me, there is honestly a chance. Especially at this point. Right now, I would fuck a prickly pear (like the living plant in the ground, not just the fruit from the store) and I do not understand where this jump in libido is coming from but holy shit am I frustrated.

[beaver-springs-broadcast]

there’s a snake in my mind!

hey truth seekers, your pal bb here. today has been pretty f*ckin crazy. my days have only been wierder recently, so i think my normal theory posts may be on hold for a bit if i have to keep doing updates like this

i’ve got a lot to report and fill yall in on, so lets get started. this morning i walked to go look at the crime scene from last night at the pub to see if i could find any clues. im no investigator, but what happened didnt sit well with me so i had to check it out. well, i couldn’t because on my way back i found an old pal of mine of sorts in the same situation i was in last night. dead body infront of his house, right up the street from yesterdays murder. me and said pal started walking to his friend’s house, as he told me that his friend’s kid got a good look of at a suspect of the killings, and so naturally i tagged along because i want to get to the bottom of this. while we were walking there, i was with texting my good irl friend @ leonati about some reports he had recieved himself and how he planned on doing a reconnaisance mission by breaking into a house where apparently a fight was heard on a street nearby. i told him to try the front door first but he had stopped responding to my texts shortly after.

we finally get to my pal’s friend’s house, who turned out to be the guy who helped me out of a rough spot with the cops last night. i saw an ajar window and described what @ leonati looks like and asked if he’s seen him. before i got a solid answer i opted to just straight up calling him, and i could hear his phone going off in a nearby room. 

i found him there with a woman (who i’m pretty sure was with the guy who got me out of the thing with the cops yesterday), it turns out he had broken in successfully, but that he had gotten the address one letter wrong, and at that moment we all heard a bloodcurdling scream from across the street with the sounds of crashing and a tussle. me, my old pal from highschool, his friend, that one woman who was with him (maybe his niece or something?) and @ leonati ran across the street to see the house in shambles. i rembered seeing the bodies of those killed being drained of blood partially, so i made the presumption that it could possibly be a vampire of some sort, so i quickly went into the kitchen to see if i could grab some garlic to protect myself.

buckle up boys and beavers cause this is where shit really hits the fan

i walked in and i just lost conciousness instantly. it was like falling asleep, but my muscles didnt loosen at all. when i woke up, i noticed some very important things. one thing is im across town, the second thing is that im at the local diner eating a weirdly good garlic sandwhich, third is that thirty minutes had passed, and most importantly that i had a bunch of texts from @ leonati about how i agreed to meet him by the sewer and that he was waiting for me. this absolutely f*cking terrified me because i said absolutely no such f*cking thing about meeting anywhere, much less the goddamn sewer. i called him and he picked up immediately as i tried to describe what on earth happened as i ran to the location where he said we were to meet. i got there, i saw him, and we started both frantically theorizing, tryng to solve this conundrum, when suddenly he fell over, and i saw someone standing behind him. i recognized him from the photo my highschool friend showed me instantly, it was the same guy suspected of the two recent murders.

i shot him point blank with my shotgun, but this motherf*cker didnt stagger back and bleed like a normal person, he dissintegrated into black ash that coagulated into some kind of black goo and sunk into the grass. i turned to try and see if @ leonati was ok, but before i could move i felt something grab me.

now this is gonna sound ridicolous, even from me, but i swear on the holy bible that every word of this actually happened:

a huge fucking snake with big leathery wings lifted me off the ground and tried to hypnotise me, scratching and bruising me like it was trying to crush my bones. i managed to free both of my arms good enough to grab my wire necklace and strangled the f*cker pretty well, but it got a real good slash on me with its talons before it ran into the sewers. i called an ambulance to get me and @ leonati as i got some small emergency surgery done on me as we were driven back.

when i was woken up in the hospital, @ leonati had already been discharged and sent back home. (glad you’re ok, dude) they had me stay to finish some tests, and i actually got to meet one of my followers in person for the second time ever. @ touch-tone-telephone-32 was actually working the the hospital and was going to be the one giving me the tests, and he left to go get the proper materials. 

i then panickedly realized that it was almost time for my scheduled interview. i met my future boss over the zoom call, who seemed nice, and i actually got the job!!!!1! its a small custodial type gig in a local research center/power plant of some kind. i’m starting work tomorrow, and i’ll make sure to keep y’all updated on how it goes of course.

the day is ending with me and my family goin out to dinner to celebrate at the local diner, where i got to have that weirdly good garlic sandwhich again, this time with a bit of piece of mind. so uh. i wish i had a camera on me to record any of what happened today, especially the part where i randomly blacked out. i don’t know what that f*cking snake thing is, but it’s obviously harassing the town and needs to be stopped at any and all costs. 

stay safe out there, and watch out for both deer and large flying snakes while driving 

your pal, bb

[angelasscribbles]

Ah, I know it’s going to be trauma filled, but I’m still excited for it! Also, getting a glimpse into their baggage will likely explain a lot. So….Let’s do this!!!

Bertrand sent him into the greenhouse to hide. 

Ahhh…protective Bertrand! Protecting Max and taking the blame like that.

And holy shit, Barthelemy sounds like an abusive fuck!!!

Bertrand was transported three years into the future, to the night after his mother died. With his arms wrapped around a sobbing Maxwell, he tried to keep a stiff upper lip. He needed to be strong despite the gaping hole in his heart. He had to be there for his brother, because now they had no one else.

You are killing me with this Bertrand! Always taking the brunt of everything to protect his brother!!!!

all Bertrand could do was close his eyes tightly, thankful that it was him instead of Maxwell.

I’m actually, for real, literally crying right now!!!!

The image melted away, revealing one of Bertrand’s worst memories ever..

Jesus christ, it gets worse?

Thankfully it hadn't been too difficult to convince Barthelemy to send Maxwell away to year round boarding school. And Bertrand’s college graduation coincided with Maxwell’s high school graduation, so everything worked out. After the ceremony, Bertrand went searching for his brother, who had slipped away with a friend. 

Oh my gosh! Protecting his brother really is his whole mission in life! He is so sweet and good and strong. UGH. Now I’m in love with him!!!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect him. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect her. 

“I'm so sorry Riley!” Bertrand yelled through his sobs, watching her struggle. She needed help. She needed him.

And he couldn’t protect her.

This…. This is amazing! I can feel his panic and pain and helplessness!! This is a perfect rendition of a horrible nightmare, ground in real trauma and filled with anxiety and self doubt about the present and future.

It was soooo emotional, you did such a great job showing us that, not just telling us about it! I can feel it so much that it actually hurts lol. Yes, it made me sad but it’s the hallmark of an excellent writer that you can make us feel that!!

I love how the dream switched from actual memories of Max to imagined ones of Riley. This really drives home how he feels about her. It puts her in the same category as the person he loves most in the world and underscores his desire to protect her.

Despite the embarrassment at what Riley had possibly witnessed, he was so relieved that she was safe. The fresh memory of his horrible nightmares came rushing back to him and he returned her embrace, letting himself be held and comforted. 

I’m going to die from the sweet, fluffiness of this scene!!

The feeling of her fingernails gliding across his back and the steady sound of her heartbeat as he lay his head against her chest, instantly set him at peace.

Oh yeah, he’s in love.

Bertrand spent his life trying to protect me from him.. Which means he got the brunt of dads wrath most of the time.”

And I’m crying again at the trauma of it all!!! Not kidding, I'm using all these crying gifs and Tumblr keeps asking if I'm okay!

Now it just happens when he gets really stressed out, which is almost always right before the court comes for the Bash.”

Makes sense!

“Affection is a sign of weakness according to dear old dad.”

Didn’t think I could hate him more, but here we are….

For Barthelemy:

He shook his head sadly, “So anyway, when this happens I just put Bertrand in the bed with me and hug him so he knows he’s ok and I’m ok, and he's not alone.”

Oh my gosh! The love between these two brothers is amazing even though what they’ve been through is heart rending! Riley be like....

“Why do you think?” Max patted her hand sadly

Ah, Max knows what’s up.

Bertrand closed his eyes for a moment. “Yes. I do.”

Ah, he closes himself off because he’s had to be strong and stoic his whole life. He protected his brother’s more open personality at his own expense, took all the responsibility and blame for everything onto himself. Of course he’s closed off and doesn’t know how to open up, admit to his feelings or show her how he really feels. And probably feels unworthy of her affection to boot, thanks to dear old dad.

That’s a lot to overcome.

But she called him baby and sat up all night comforting him.

She loves him too.

I can’t wait for the next chapter!!!!!

Never Have I Ever

Chapter 11 - Demons From the Past - Part 2

Book- TRR

Series- Never Have I Ever

Pairings- Bertrand x MC 

Chapter Synopsis- Bertrand relives his past through nightmares.

Chapter Warnings- language, physical and emotional abuse, child abuse, violence, death

Rating - Mature

Word Count- 3,000

A/N- This chapter is pretty heavy as we get a glimpse into Bertrand and Maxwell's past family trauma. Please see warnings above.

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..He turned on the TV in an attempt to drown out his intrusive thoughts regarding a certain woman who was sleeping a mere two doors away, and eventually drifted off into a restless sleep…

Chapter 11 - Demons From the Past - Part 2

Bertrand cowered on the floor of his playroom, looking up into the disdainful eyes of his father. The crystal squid statue in the foyer was in hundreds of pieces, and his father would ensure he’d never see the light of day again. The older man shook his head at his son, “What did I tell you boys about playing your infantile games in the house?! You’re nine years old now, Bertrand! Grow up!”

Bertrand apologized but his father yelled over him. “Enough! Where is Maxwell? I know he had a hand in this as well!” Bertrand didn’t dare to reveal his younger brother’s hiding place. As soon as Max had accidentally knocked down the statue, Bertrand sent him into the greenhouse to hide. 

“He didn’t have anything to do with this.. it was all me. I’m sorry father, it was an accident.” 

Barthelemy grabbed Bertrand’s arm and jerked him up roughly. “You are going to learn, son. All accidents come with a price.”

Bertrand was transported three years into the future, to the night after his mother died. With his arms wrapped around a sobbing Maxwell, he tried to keep a stiff upper lip. He needed to be strong despite the gaping hole in his heart. He had to be there for his brother, because now they had no one else.

Berthelemy staggered into the boy's bedroom, holding a nearly empty tumbler of scotch. “Quit your blubbering, it won’t bring her back,” he slurred as he glared at Maxwell. 

Bertrand immediately stood and walked past his father and out of the bedroom. There was only one way to stop Barthelemy when he started his drunken rants.

“You need to suck it up, Maxwell.. You’re a Beaumont for God's sake! I swear, I don’t know how I ended up with the world's biggest pussies for sons. Although I suppose your mother is to blame for that. It's a good thing she's-” 

Crash!

Barthelemy whirled around and saw a shattered bottle of scotch at his feet, amber liquid and glass covering the surrounding tile. Bertrand’s heart hammered in his chest as his father’s ire turned to him. Rage filled the older man’s eyes and Bertrand ran, knowing he would be close behind. 

“You son of a bitch, get back here!” Barthelemy yelled, running as fast as he could in his inebriated state. Once Bertrand had gotten far enough away from Maxwell’s bedroom, he stopped and faced his father. There was no use running, and there was nowhere he could hide. Barthelemy cocked his fist and all Bertrand could do was close his eyes tightly, thankful that it was him instead of Maxwell.

Four years later, sixteen year old Bertrand sat behind the wheel of his father’s Aston Martin, massaging his sore neck. The driver behind him swore she had put on her brakes, but the enormous dent in his bumper suggested otherwise. Bertrand only hoped that his father would be more forgiving if he found out about the accident in front of the police. Barthelemy pulled up to the scene in his black Rolls-Royce ten minutes later. “Oh, my son.. Are you alright?” he asked with what sounded like genuine concern. 

“Yes, sir.” Bertrand nodded and Barthelemy spoke politely to the police officers before returning to his son’s side. 

“Get your ass in the car,” he muttered under his breath and Bertrand obeyed immediately. Once the scene had been cleared and his father’s wrecked car was towed away, Barthelemy slid into the driver's seat. “I let you take my car, and you decided to go joyriding.” 

Bertrand shook his head, “No sir, I just wanted to get some extra practice! The driver behind me ran into me, it wasn’t my fault!” 

Berthelemy slammed his palm against the dash and Bertrand jumped, “A real man takes responsibility for his actions!” 

Bertrand looked down, not daring to say another word. The engine roared to life and Barthelemy took off like a shot. “Were you racing some other punk when you crashed my two hundred and fifty thousand pound car?”

“No sir! I wouldn’t-” 

His father cut him off with a forced laugh, “You think you’re an adult, is that it? You can do whatever you want? Well, go ahead and take the wheel, son.”

“What?!” 

Bertrand watched in horror as his father let go of the steering wheel while the car continued down the road at an alarming speed. “Go on then.. Take the wheel, Bertrand. Show me how it’s done.” 

Bertrand looked between his father and the road as the car began to drift toward the shoulder. “What are you doing?! I swear I didn’t mean to wreck the car!” 

Barthelemy casually put his arms behind his head and pushed the gas pedal down harder. “Come on, Bertrand. I said, show me how it’s done.” 

The car shook as it drifted onto the shoulder, gravel spraying wildly behind it. They were running out of straight road, and fast. Bertrand’s heart was hammering in his chest. Was his father really about to let them crash and die to teach him a lesson? A turn was fast approaching and Bertrand grabbed the steering wheel, preparing to save their lives. 

Barthelemy slammed on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop, fishtailing slightly as it did so. “You arrogant motherfucker!” Barthelemy yelled at his teenage son. “Thought you’d just take over my car, didn't you?!” He threw the car in park and rushed around to the passenger door, yanking it open and pulling Bertrand out. He tossed his son to the ground and landed a sharp kick against his ribs. “You can walk home since you're such a big man now!” 

Bertrand coughed and held his aching side, calling out after his father who was making his way back to the driver side. “Please.. It’s almost dark out. I don’t even know where we are!” 

Once Barthelemy was back inside, he locked the car doors and cracked the window slightly. “Guess we’ll see how long it takes you to figure it out.” 

Bertrand lunged for the passenger door, but as soon as his fingers grasped the handle, his father sped away, leaving his son laying on the ground in a cloud of dust.

The image melted away, revealing one of Bertrand’s worst memories ever.. years later at his college graduation. His father and Maxwell sat three rows back, smiling at him while he received his diploma on stage and gave a speech. He had graduated at the top of his class and been named valedictorian. Initially Bertrand wasn't even sure if he would be able to attend college, since there was no way he could leave Maxwell alone with his father while he wasn’t there to protect him. Thankfully it hadn't been too difficult to convince Barthelemy to send Maxwell away to year round boarding school. And Bertrand’s college graduation coincided with Maxwell’s high school graduation, so everything worked out. After the ceremony, Bertrand went searching for his brother, who had slipped away with a friend. 

A minute later, he noticed Maxwell’s friend running full steam out of a hallway. Bertrand headed in that direction and heard the unmistakable sound of his father ranting. 

“Smoking pot at your brother’s graduation?! Are you fucking insane?! Do you know how many important people are here?!” Barthelemy berated Maxwell from a room at the end of the hall. “God, it’s no wonder your grades were so piss poor! You know you wouldn’t even have made it through high school if I hadn’t paid them off!” 

Bertrand hurried toward the scene before his father could do any more harm to his younger brother. 

He was too late. Bertrand heard the telltale smack of his father’s hand connecting with Maxwell’s cheek.  

“Dad, I’m sorry! It was just one time!” Max cried, before another slap rang out. 

“Don’t lie to me, boy!” Another slap. 

Bertrand broke out in a run and found them in a janitor's supply closet. His father was dragging Maxwell toward the door by his shirt collar. 

“Father, please,” Bertrand tried to reason with him. “He made a mistake. He’s just a kid!”

“This is none of your business, Bertrand. Get the hell out of here!” Barthelemy shoved Bertrand backwards and he landed on the linoleum floor in the hallway. Barthelemy slammed the supply room door shut with himself and Maxwell inside, locking it with a click.

Bertrand banged on the heavy wooden door, pleading with his father to stop the assault. He threw his shoulder into it several times in an attempt to break it down to no avail.

“You are going to learn not to disgrace our name again!” His father yelled at Maxwell, and a loud crash immediately followed. 

“Stop!” Bertrand cried out, watching through the narrow window with tear filled eyes. “Stop, god dammit!” The door wouldn’t budge no matter how many times he threw his body into it. He pounded on the door in frustration, helpless tears streaming down his cheeks. “I'm sorry, Maxwell.. I’m so sorry.”

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect him. 

The image before him swirled and transformed and suddenly, instead of Maxwell cowering on the floor, it was Riley. His father struck her across the cheek and she screamed. 

“No!” Bertrand called out, his heart pounding as he threw his entire body into the wooden door, desperately trying to get to her. Yet his father continued, no matter how much he screamed and begged him to stop. With no other options, Bertrand decided to run for help, but found his feet were suddenly impossibly heavy, and his legs frozen in place. There was nothing he could do.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect her. 

He swiped away his tears and suddenly it wasn’t his father in the room with Riley- it was Tariq. Bertrand watched in horror as Tariq pulled Riley to him, kissing her forcefully while she squirmed, trying to get away. Bertrand yelled and pounded on the door until his knuckles bled. “Let go of her!” 

Tariq turned back toward Bertrand with a smirk before returning his attention to Riley’s now naked body. 

“I'm so sorry Riley!” Bertrand yelled through his sobs, watching her struggle. She needed help. She needed him.

And he couldn’t protect her.

Bertrand gasped as he was thrust back into wakefulness. He was drenched in sweat, his heart was pounding, his chest hurt, his stomach was in knots, and tears dampened his cheeks.. Yet his body was surrounded by the most amazing warmth and feeling of security. Once he got his barings, he realized that he was in Riley’s room, laying in her bed with his head in her lap. She was rubbing her hand across his back soothingly, whispering something comforting that he couldn’t make out. 

He sat up quickly and saw Maxwell was asleep in a chair across from the bed. The faint orange glow of sunrise shone through a crack in the curtain, slightly illuminating the dark room. Panic began to set in when he realized what must have happened. “How did I get in here?” he asked hesitantly.

“Hey, hey..” Riley whispered, taking hold of his arm and pulling him back down beside her on the bed. “It’s ok, Bert, don’t worry about it.” She wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled him close to her body again. “I’ve got you. You’re ok.”

Despite the embarrassment at what Riley had possibly witnessed, he was so relieved that she was safe. The fresh memory of his horrible nightmares came rushing back to him and he returned her embrace, letting himself be held and comforted. 

She whispered, “I’ve got you.” The feeling of her fingernails gliding across his back and the steady sound of her heartbeat as he lay his head against her chest, instantly set him at peace. She kissed the top of his head, and used the sleeve of her hoodie to dry his face. 

“Riley?” He asked, breathing in her comforting scent while she continued to caress his back soothingly.

“Yes?” Her hand stilled briefly and she leaned forward to look down at him.

“Did.. Did Maxwell tell you about.. this?”

She sighed and hugged him tightly against her body. “Ya.. a little.”

Three hours prior..

An insistent knocking at her bedroom door woke Riley with a start. 3:00 am. Throwing open the door in panic, she found Bertrand standing in the darkened hallway outside of her bedroom, swaying slightly. “Bertrand!? Are you ok?”

He just stood there trembling with his arms wrapped around himself.

“Bert?”

Suddenly he choked out a sob and reached out to hold her tightly. “Oh!” Riley gasped in surprise. 

His body shook as he sobbed against her. “I’m so sorry, Riley.. I’m so sorry,” he mumbled over and over, and although she was baffled, she immediately returned his embrace.

Riley was speechless as she helped him make his way over to her bed. She turned on a lamp and his eyes fluttered shut but when he opened them again, it was as if he was looking straight through her. Realization washed over her and she helped him sit beside her. 

“Oh, Bert.” 

He rested his head against her shoulder and she wrapped one arm around him, using her other hand to dial Max.

“Damn it.” Max frowned as he entered her room, taking in the sight before him. “I should have known this would happen.”

“He’s sleepwalking, right?” Riley whispered, her arm still protectively wrapped around Bertrand.

“Ya.” 

“I’ve never seen him do this in all the months I’ve been here.. Why did you say you should have known it would happen?”

Maxwell sighed sadly, “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Tell me.. please?” Riley asked. 

Bertrand had settled into what appeared to be a restful sleep, and Max helped him lay down on Riley’s bed. He put a comforting hand on his older brother's shoulder while he spoke quietly. “So.. growing up, our dad was always a real dick. Like a really, really shitty person. Bertrand spent his life trying to protect me from him.. Which means he got the brunt of dads wrath most of the time.”

“Oh God.” Riley’s eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth, “Did he.. I mean.. hit you both?”

“Emotional and physical abuse were his forte but he was also a textbook narcissist. He never shied away from telling and showing us how disappointed he was in us. Seems fucked up to say, but I’m thankful dad’s in a coma. The only thing better would have been if he actually died. Me and Bert have seen some of the best therapists around and it’s helped a lot, but.. he fucked Bertrand up really bad. It’s taken him years to stop having nightmares every night. Now it just happens when he gets really stressed out, which is almost always right before the court comes for the Bash.”

Riley’s heart ached for both of them, but especially for the grown man who always prided himself on being the stoic leader of House Beaumont, whose body was once again starting to shake from quiet sobs. 

“I don’t know what to say.. I’m so sorry.”

She placed her hand over Maxwell’s, which was still resting on Bertrand’s back. “Thanks,” Max replied with a sad smile.

“Does he remember this when he wakes up in the morning?”

“He does, mostly.” Maxwell nodded. “Although he never wants to talk about it. He usually sleepwalks to my room in tears, and apologizes over and over because he feels like he didn’t protect me enough. It’s also the only time he ever says he loves me. I blame dad for that too.” Max rolled his eyes, “Affection is a sign of weakness according to dear old dad.” He shook his head sadly, “So anyway, when this happens I just put Bertrand in the bed with me and hug him so he knows he’s ok and I’m ok, and he's not alone.”

Riley’s eyes welled up with tears, and she tried to discreetly wipe them away. “Max.. why do you think he came to my room tonight instead of yours?”

“Why do you think?” Max patted her hand sadly, and Riley swallowed down the lump in her throat as more tears fell from her eyes. "You can go sleep in my room tonight, Ri. I’ll take care of him.”

“No,” she swallowed hard while she looked at Bertrand curled up in her bed. “I want to stay with him.”

“Are you sure?”

Riley nodded, “Absolutely.”

“Ok,” Max dropped into a chair across the room, “but I’ll stay too, in case he gets really upset again.”

Riley lay on the pillows next to Bertrand and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ve got you, baby,” she whispered and rubbed his back soothingly until his breathing became rhythmic and calm. After about thirty minutes Maxwell drifted off to sleep but Riley remained awake, occasionally murmuring words of comfort.

Present..

Bertrand cringed in humiliation, knowing that Riley had to witness him in such a pathetic state. It was bad enough when he woke up in Maxwell's room after he had these nightmares, curled up against him like a helpless child. Riley would probably never talk to him again after this. 

“I am so sorry. I’ve inconvenienced you terribly,” Bertrand apologized, and sat up. “I.. I need to go.”

“Wait,” She took his arm to keep him from leaving. “You didn’t inconvenience me. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.” That was the last thing he wanted to do. What he really wanted to do was fall into a hole forever.

“Are you sure? Talking can help sometimes, and I’m worried about you.”

“No, I’m fine,” his reply was more harsh than he intended. “Sorry, but I’d really rather just forget this ever happened.”

“You know you don’t always have to shoulder everything alone.”

Bertrand closed his eyes for a moment. “Yes. I do.”

[to-the-stars8]

Learning To Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

30-Roy Harper and Windows

You let Jason know you were coming over, but you didn’t tell him how. Just as you stepped onto his fire escape you huffed in excitement--He was definitely going to be surprised to see you coming through the window like him.

Maybe it was the half a bottle of watered-down wine you had that boosted your confidence to climb six stories of metal stairs and ladders, or you thought it would be fun and eccentric. Neither the wine nor confidence you needed. As you put your hand on the window to slide it up common sense and a bit of sobriety hit you all at once. Holy fuck, you thought, this was dumb as shit. 

Before you could even dial Jason’s number there was a tapping on the window and you yelped when you saw a red-headed guy on the other side. Awkwardly, you waved a little since you didn’t know what else to do. 

Sliding open the window the redhead leaned up toward you. He was cute, you would admit it, with the five o’clock shadow on his chin and blue eyes. “So you’re either the girl Jay’s been talking about for a year, or you’re just a really pretty intruder.”

“Is there a difference?” You jested. 

The guy smiled, backing away so you could climb in. “Heh, good one!”

“Yeah,” You said cautiously as you planted your feet on the living room floor. It felt good to be on solid ground again. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“That’s Roy,” Jason’s voice broke through the air. He crossed the room to you in a few long strides, swooping down to peck you on the lips. “An old friend.”

“After all we’ve been through,” Roy pretended to be offended. “That’s all I am to you? The least you could say is the side lover.”

Jason wasn’t amused, but you are, instantly liking Roy’s vibe. Your boyfriend turns to you, hands on his hips as he speaks. “So, what the fuck are you doing on the fire escape?”

“You always come through my window,” You said, rocking on your feet. “So I thought, why not come through yours?”

Roy chuckled, giving you a high five with a distinct, “Nice.” Jason sighed, planting another kiss on your head, before mumbling to please not climb up fire escapes again. You wouldn’t, not because he told you not to, but because by the time you reached his floor you were shaken and out of breath. 

“So what things have Jason been saying about me?” You ask Roy. 

“Oh, you know, the lovey-dovey things like ‘she’s so beautiful', ‘I’d kill for her’, ‘I just feel like I could mortgage a home and buy ten dogs with her’--”

“I didn’t say that,” Jason said then noticed your exaggerated offended expression. “Not that I wouldn’t!”

You and Roy instantly became friends, something Jason wasn’t sure he liked. Not because he thought his best friend would flirt with you or you with him, but rather because it seemed like some trouble was going to brew between the two of you. The last thing he needed was the two of your to start more trouble on top of the one he and Roy already cause.

Then again, it was a part of Jason’s life you hadn’t seen yet. You hadn’t met many of his friends, not that he had many to vouch for. Jason was mainly a loner, with few people he could really, truly call friends outside of the mask. Roy was one of the rare gems in his life. And yet, here you were talking with his best friend like the two of you had known each other for years. All of a sudden, things just seemed to click together. 

“Jay?” Roy said, snapping him back into reality. 

“What’d you say?” Jason asked. 

You piped up. “I was just telling Roy about this really good Korean barbecue restaurant down the street. We were thinking we were going to go.”

Jason tried not to smile as he grabbed his coat off the back of the couch. “Did you want to go through the window or the front door?”